Feeling the man's powerful aura, the female experts didn't dare to breathe too loudly.
"Mr. President is so kind to that woman, personally accompanying her for a maternity check-up."
"So envious!"
"Isn't it? Just now, Mr. President was holding her hand the entire time, truly enviable—"
*
When Eva Nightingale came out of the hospital, a band-aid was stuck on her forehead, and she just followed behind him.
She just watched his tall and upright figure like that.
Her memory had returned.
His moods, good and bad, left her somewhat puzzled.
"Mr. President!"
She suddenly called out to him.
The man had already gotten into the car, sitting inside the luxury vehicle, his deep, charming eyes looking at her with an evil allure.
At some point, a driver had arrived, sitting in the driver's seat, so when they returned, he wouldn't have to drive.
