"..." In the back seat, Alexander Kingsley silently protested: The Crown Prince lies; he clearly hasn't eaten, yet insists on fooling his wife by saying he has!
"Give me a kiss." Lucas Knight parted his thin lips slightly, a seductive curve playing at the corners.
Alexander Kingsley: Making a phone call, does he have to be so lovey-dovey? Consider the presence of this Admiral!
On the other end of the line, Eva Nightingale frowned.
After pausing for a few seconds, she said, "Crown Prince…" The words were barely out when she was interrupted.
A cool, magnetic voice, tinged with displeasure, came through: "Woman, what did you call me? Hmm?"
Though separated by a phone screen, she seemed to catch the scent of tension; the man's tone concealed a hint of warmth tinged with anger.
Eva quickly corrected herself: "Hubby! Calling you hubby!"
