"Honey..."
"Shh, don't talk, kiss me." The man commanded, his domineering tone not allowing for refusal, his magnetic voice was as irresistible as a deadly poppy.
Kiss? How on earth should this be done!
Moreover, there are so many maids downstairs. If such private matters are overheard, it would be... so embarrassing.
"I'm eating." She said.
Then, without waiting for him to speak, she went downstairs to the living room and sat down.
She started eating, without being picky. Afraid that being picky might anger him over the phone, leading to unreasonable demands or forcibly wanting a kiss.
Thinking about it, her cheek turned a shade of blush.
Quickly, she lowered her head and continued eating.
The dishes were to her liking, all crafted by a top nutritionist, specifically made for pregnant women — nutritious and not overwhelming.
She ate.
He just listened throughout, seemingly never getting enough of the sound, Eva Nightingale stopped talking and focused on eating.
