If it's a daughter, she must look like her, and definitely not take after that icy father... Eva Nightingale really couldn't imagine... a daughter looking like her dad!
She touched her belly again.
Her eyes were unexpectedly a bit wet.
She missed him.
Unable to sleep, she got up, opened the door, and walked out of the room.
Nanny Fang heard the noise and hurried upstairs, "Miss, you're not asleep yet? Are you feeling unwell? Or are you hungry? I'll prepare something for you..."
"No need." Eva interrupted Nanny Fang, "I'm not feeling unwell, nor hungry."
She poured herself a glass of water.
Then sat on the sofa, "Auntie, you've been by the Crown Prince's side for a long time! What is he like when he's angry?"
Honestly.
Since marrying him, Eva hadn't really had any conflicts or arguments with him...
She had no idea what he would be like when truly angry!
