"You, be gentle."
"I wasn't even using force," he let out a few words, then released her, "I saved you, how are you going to thank me?"
He treated her like a stranger, his tone colder than usual, and he didn't smile, but his furrowed dark brows were still annoyingly attractive.
Eva Nightingale then realized, they've broken up, what else could they be but strangers?
"How do you want me to thank you?!"
Fine, she didn't want to owe him anything, so she'd repay him, and then... they would be even, and she would never want to see him again.
For some reason, she vaguely caught the scent of women's perfume on him, Chanel, as if a woman—likely more than one—had been very close to him...
Eva Nightingale was pregnant, not wearing any perfume, so when he held her just now, she immediately noticed the scent, perhaps he had found a new lover.
