CHAPTER 359: CHAPTER 359: BABY, BE GOOD AND LET ME HOLD YOU (6)

With a tearing sound, Lucas Knight’s large hand ripped her clothes into two, holding her as he walked into the bathtub.

The indoor lighting was dim.

There was a faint hint of ambiguity.

"Lucas Knight, you can’t."

"Can’t what?" He brushed it off casually, curling his lips. A woman, taking a bath, what’s the big deal? So talkative.

He held her, mercilessly delivering a chop to the back of her neck, knocking her out instantly.

Little thing, still dared to refuse him. He didn’t even plan on touching her. He intended to wait for the doctor to check on her tomorrow, ensuring the little bun in her stomach was fine, before dealing with her.

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When Eva Nightingale woke up.

She found a man’s firm and warm chest against her back. Inhaling his pleasant male pheromones, that scent was so familiar.

Just as she was about to get up, he spoke in a deep, commanding voice, "Baby, be good, don’t move."

He wanted to hold her, just hold her like this.

She wanted to move, but the problem was she couldn’t. His arms tightly encircled her body, pulling her into his embrace.

His voice was so clear and magnetic.

"Wifey."

She was stunned for a moment. Why was he being so unpredictable? It made her so uncomfortable. She longed for the old him. No, this man was indeed her husband!

She suddenly looked up, her big eyes misted over, and gazed at him.

What met her eyes was a flawless, handsome, and well-defined profile, emanating a cold and stern aura.

"What’s wrong? Hmm?"

Why was she looking at him like that?

Honestly,

Seeing her look at him this way made him want to kiss her. Thus, he slightly curled his lips and lifted her small face, pressing a thin kiss on her forehead.

Her delicate forehead was touched by his thin lips, which were a bit cool.

"Call me husband."

He uttered a few words, and then his thin lips trailed downwards, kissing her eyes tenderly. Further down, he bypassed her lips, kissing her collarbone.

"Will you call?" The woman was disobedient again. He really wanted to hear her call him. If it weren’t for the little bun in her stomach, he wouldn’t have held back so much.

Honestly, she really was a fairy.

Just holding her like this could turn him into a furnace.

"Husband, don’t—"

She looked at him in astonishment, her tone slightly pleasurable. Honestly, she couldn’t handle his kisses...

For some reason.

Whenever he kissed her, her whole body went soft.

Moreover, this Dark Lord suddenly turned good again, really reminding her of her former husband, making her miss him terribly.

Because of her rejection.

Her hand directly pressed against his chest. After being dazed for a couple of seconds, she snapped back to her senses and withdrew her white, slender arms.

"Don’t what?"

His tone was tinted with a seductive raspiness, rogue yet domineering, full of interest.

Heh.

He had no intention of touching her, not with those two little buns, and moreover, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself, hurting her, hence the repeated forbearance.

"Baby, don’t look at me like that."

Honestly, her timid eyes, along with the slightly pleasurable soft voice, made him quite uncomfortable.

"Come here, sit properly."

He pulled her over again, placing her entirely in his arms, holding her gently: "Don’t move. Otherwise, if you provoke my anger, you’ll have to take responsibility, won’t you?"

She truly dared not move at all.

Sitting obediently in his lap, she then asked, "When are we getting out?" Initially, she really enjoyed taking baths, but at this moment, being together with him, and still being naked, made her scared...

What if he, he, he, forced himself on her?