Seeing her obediently admit defeat, he indeed felt somewhat satisfied, yet a raging fire surged within his heart.
He forcibly suppressed it.
He started the car and drove away.
*
Presidential Mansion.
The sports car screeched to a halt, coming to a steady stop.
He got out of the car, expressionless, walked to the passenger seat, and opened the door: "Get out."
His cold, intense breath swept across her face, that pleasant scent, almost fatal.
"..."
Eva Nightingale froze, furrowed her brows, feeling uneasy!
Lately, she's been feeling anxious!
"Boss, Miss Nightingale, you've arrived! Please come inside." The maid approached, extremely polite.
"Okay." Lucas Knight nodded.
Then he looked at Eva Nightingale: "Sweetheart, should I carry you, or will you walk yourself?"
"Of course I'll walk myself!" Who wants him to carry them!
He's so cold, she definitely doesn't want that.
Suddenly, she remembered her ex-husband.
Her eyes became wet again.
