CHAPTER 385: CHAPTER 385: HONEY, YOU DON’T REMEMBER ME (5)

Eva Nightingale matters too.

But she can’t do whatever she pleases like the Crown Prince. He really disregards everything for Eva, and Edward White is truly troubled because he knows that feeling.

It’s very distressing.

He and Ella White are a living example of it. He’s also been agonizing over whether to take Ella for a paternity test.

To go or not to go.

If they do it, and she turns out to be his daughter, wouldn’t he be a beast?

If she’s not, then who is Ella... or rather, who is the real little princess of the White Family?

The more he thinks about it, the more bitter he feels inside.

Yes, stirring things up, isn’t it?

Harry North predicted it, didn’t he?

"Love is: loving, loving, and then creating a lot of trouble."

It’s all about stirring things up, and now it’s become like this...

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Eva was idly restless.

Being pregnant, she couldn’t drink, so in a bad mood and craving alcohol, she went out alone without waiting for Carla Carr to return.

Not being able to drink, she grabbed two bottles of Wahaha, drinking them as she sneaked off to Nightfall Palace.

Tonight, perhaps she’d have fish at Nightfall Palace?

In a blink, the sun set and the moon rose.

There was a faint hint of ambiguity in the air.

Eva drank a lot of Wahaha. Who knew too much milk could make you dizzy? Ugh, she felt like throwing up.

Wearing a flowing white long dress, she dashed into the luxurious elevator. After drinking too much milk, her stomach felt uncomfortable... she needed the bathroom.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened.

In a hurry, she stepped out, wanting to rush out of the elevator, but accidentally bumped into a solid wall of flesh with a "thud," making her feel a bit dizzy.

Her nostrils were filled with the pleasant scent of a man—invading and delightful.

She hurriedly lifted her small face, meeting a pair of deep, mysterious eyes. His gaze was cold, mixed with many ineffable emotions.

"Sir, sorry!"

"Sir, Wahaha, the last time?"

She only had one bottle of Wahaha left. She hadn’t brought her bag. Looking at this man’s dignified presence, he must be a VIP here, right?

Seeing him in a bathrobe, he must have just woken up, right? And the room he stayed in must be quite near here, right?

Thinking this, she suspiciously raised her little face, letting those pretty almond-shaped eyes look at him... She hadn’t seen clearly just now, but now she did...

His handsome face was deep and well-defined; no words could describe his attractiveness.

So handsome.

Her cheeks blushed instantly as she averted her gaze, tossing the Wahaha in her hand to him: "Sir, Wahaha the last time?"

A bottle of Wahaha costs several bucks.

Using the bathroom would cost at most two bucks.

Thinking about it this way, he totally profited.

She had no idea how daunting his aura of coldness was. Lucas Knight stared at her, for the first time feeling at a loss, his heart... bleeding.

She called him, sir?

His wife actually calling him sir?

Seeing her blush and not daring to look at him.

His heart was silently bleeding...

"Sir?" Wahaha the last time, not willing? Why did it seem like he was suffering a loss?

She really couldn’t hold it anymore.

That feeling was unbearably uncomfortable!

Could it be calling him sir made him feel old? Well, he didn’t look old at all, so handsome!

She corrected herself: "Handso... um."

The word "handsome" hadn’t fully escaped her lips when he pulled her into his arms, carrying her out of the elevator. His large hand tilted her small face, pinning her against the hotel corridor as he kissed her overwhelmingly.