"Mr. President, I'm a bit tired, could you let go of me."
Eva Nightingale was certainly prepared to leave!
"Don't hold me, you might hurt my stomach!" Her tone was distant, "Mr. President, we're already divorced, so I think we shouldn't be this close in the future."
Hmm? He slightly curled his lips, a surge of fire suddenly ignited in his eyes. Of all that Eva said, he only heard one word.
He's such an outstanding man, with countless women flocking to him, yet he never pays attention to all those flowers and grass, those chattering women should just get lost far away. In his eyes, there's only her.
Looking at this little woman, now she actually wants to leave.
His anger flared up again, making him immediately parched.
Is she trying to provoke him?
He had clearly suppressed the anger within him. Yet she provokes him again.
"Woman, don't provoke me."
"Or bear the consequences yourself."
"You don't have the means to leave, you better stay obediently! Hmm?"
