Eva Nightingale: "Does the Crown Prince hope that I like you?"
Lucas Knight didn't answer, he tightened his grip and flipped her onto the leather sofa.
Eva's head was held on either side by his large hands.
His seductive, alluring thin lips pressed down fiercely. Despite the aggressive motion, when they touched her cherry lips, they were extraordinarily gentle.
Eva didn't dodge; there was no chance to evade!
Tears slipped down the corner of her eyes.
She originally thought she'd walk away casually, but now she realized her heart had wavered. As she looked at him, she felt he grew increasingly handsome, and whenever he touched her, her body infuriatingly leaned towards him.
Dr. Meng's divorce agreement, black type on white paper, still lingered in her mind.
Thinking about the countdown to their marriage now, she cried harder.
"What's wrong?" he paused, "A kiss, and my dear wife won't even grant it?"
"Don't cry, baby."
