CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20: CHANGING EVENING GOWNS

"You little fairy, you’re quite wild!" Benjamin Grant pulled her into an embrace, the two entangled once again.

And then came a night of reckless passion.

...

The following evening was the film crew’s banquet.

Eva Nightingale wore a purple evening dress, her makeup already done.

Because she was going to a banquet with the film crew, which might end late, she said to him, "Honey, I’m going to the film crew’s party tonight, you go ahead and sleep."

Their flash marriage was very decisive, though they’ve done that thing a few times, they hadn’t known each other long, so she still spoke rather formally.

On the sofa.

Lucas Knight wore a cold expression, his deep phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, filled with danger.

With just a glance at her, a layer of frost covered his brow: "Where did you get this dress?"

Eva Nightingale was stunned: "It’s from the film crew!" The dress for the second female lead attending the banquet tonight.

Lucas Knight furrowed his brow again.

His gaze fell on her delicate face.

All the way downward.

Her sexy red lips were a bit swollen, glistening and translucent, yes, perfect for kissing.

Her delicate, fair collarbone was incredibly beautiful in the light.

Hmm, looks delicious, like you just want to take a bite.

Her dress had a V-neck design, revealing what shouldn’t be exposed.

Dressed so sexily, who are you trying to seduce going out like this, whoever gave you this dress really doesn’t know what’s appropriate.

His thin lips slightly parted, his voice cold: "Come over."

His posture was lazy, legs casually crossed, his tone was obviously used to commanding people.

Eva Nightingale froze, inexplicably hearing a hint of displeasure in the man’s tone?

Was he unhappy?

As soon as she walked over to the man, she was pulled up and sat on his lap, before she could react, his large hand accurately hit the back of her head, and she fainted again.

*

Half an hour later.

Nightfall Palace, 66th floor.

In the endless closet, there hung various top designer dresses in neat rows.

Glittering and shining.

The maid politely said, "Crown Prince...this white dress is quite good, the embedded pearls look elegant and noble!"

Lucas Knight merely said a few words: "Pearls are too tacky!"

The maid’s lips twitched, picking up another dress, politely saying, "Crown Prince, this dress is the work of the famous domestic designer Derek Jackson..."

Before the maid could finish, Lucas Knight interrupted: "Too revealing!"

Maid: "..." What’s revealing about it? A V-neck isn’t too low.

Lucas Knight’s cold eyes narrowed, firmly locking onto the safe, ordering: "Get the dresses from inside."

The maid was first stunned, did she hear correctly?

The dresses in the safe weren’t just ordinarily expensive, not even the young ladies of the Knight Family had dresses this valuable.

Why was the Crown Prince, normally so cold and abstinent, suddenly rushing in for the dresses in the safe today?

"Bring it over." The man’s chilling voice carried thin anger.

"Yes."

The maid respectfully took out the dress from the safe, then handed it to Harry North.

Leaving Nightfall Palace, Harry North followed closely behind Lucas Knight, saying, "Crown Prince, is your injury alright?"

The man was sparing with words: "No problem."

Harry North continued, "Crown Prince, when will you return to the Platinum Castle? Admiral Alexander Kingsley has been waiting for you in First Special District for a day."

"Admiral said the incident with the number one ship attack has new developments, needs to report to you in detail."