Back when she had a flash marriage, her mind was in a daze, manipulated by her family, betrayed, she just wanted to quickly find a husband and get married.
"Sob... husband..."
She softly called out in her dream.
All she could think of was him from long ago.
"Lucas Knight, I miss you so much..."
"Lucas..."
Eva Nightingale woke up crying from her dream, looked at the big bed, and found no one else but herself.
She lay back on the bed, discovered the pillow was more than half wet, and then, she couldn't remember how she fell asleep again.
Afterward, a whole day passed without seeing him.
That day, all she did was eat, sleep, sleep, and eat.
...
In the blink of an eye, it was evening.
Eva took a bath, sat on the long wooden chair on the balcony, looking at the vast estate, the twinkling lights, the brilliant neon.
The air was laced with a faint floral fragrance.
"Young Madam, there's been something going on at the Presidential Mansion recently, so..."
