Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 1048 - 1045: She Won’t Borrow That Gene Anymore (1)

Is she jealous?Jealous of that Ava Morgan?

That day, Lucas Knight couldn’t even be bothered to look at Ava and had thrown her out of his room. If he couldn’t be bothered to look at her, why would he touch her!

Besides, is Lucas Knight someone so desperate?

"There’s nothing between us." He curled his lips into a smile, suddenly pressing towards her, his thin lips close to her ear, whispering hotly, "I’m only interested in your body."

Before she could react, Lucas Knight had already left.

And she remained in that position, pressed against the wall!

He walked out of the bathroom door, not even turning his head as he said, "Hurry and take a shower. After your shower, come downstairs to eat. Only when you’re full will you have the energy to exercise. I don’t want you fainting under me in just a few minutes; that sort of passion is unacceptable."

Eva Nightingale blushed: "Lucas Knight, you bastard!!"

"Waaa, you bastard!"

"I’ll hit you!"

"Don’t be mad." He suddenly turned back, looking at her, "Aren’t you borrowing genes? How will you get them if you don’t put in some effort? Besides, this is all just to satisfy you."

With that, he curled his lips and went downstairs.

He seemed to be in a pretty good mood now.

To be precise, his mood changed swiftly, sometimes clear skies, sometimes pouring rain, all without warning.

*

Eva Nightingale took a shower, dried her hair, and went downstairs.

The dining table was already filled with a variety of foods, truly a feast for the eyes.

"Miss!" The maid greeted politely, "Please go and dine with the President."

Eva Nightingale stood in the living room, glancing at the dining room from afar, then retracted her gaze.

Still, the maid beside her continued, "Miss Bennett, you’d better behave! Since you’re already the President’s surrogate wife, once you’ve had the child, he surely won’t confine you any longer. Because the President seems to quite like men... like Admiral, and Young Master White..."

Eva Nightingale was puzzled: "Who is Admiral? And who is Young Master White?" These were unfamiliar names; Eva had no impression of them at all!

The maid was momentarily stunned, realizing she had spoken out of turn, and apologized: "Miss, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that."

"Young Master White and Admiral are both friends of the President, for many years now."

"Oh." Eva responded, then headed towards the dining room.

Lucas Knight was already seated, seemingly waiting for her: "From now on, unless you’re showering with me, don’t take more than half an hour."

Oh my, this man! He even wants to control how long she showers?

Eva Nightingale gave a cold laugh: "I’d rather shower alone than with you, ah—ouch!"

Before she could finish, her wrist was once again seized by him, turning red and swollen.

"You have such great strength, I won’t interfere, but can you not grip me so hard, it hurts."

Upon hearing this, he let go.

Not pulling her, not looking at her, not speaking to her.

It seemed his meaning was, whether we shower together or not is not for you to decide, but me.

...

The meal was very awkward for Eva Nightingale.

She was distracted the entire time, thinking, Mom, Liam Coldwell, Sebastian Yansford, Ernest Coldwell, when will you find out I’ve gone missing and come to find me?

Actually, Eva Nightingale didn’t even know where this place was, as it was surrounded by the sea, a place she had never been before.

After dinner, Eva Nightingale went upstairs to the balcony.

The night breeze gently brushed her face, the air tinged with a slightly sweet smell.