Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 841 - 839: His Debt Collection (Part 3)
He is a neat freak, allowing the scent of those women’s perfumes to linger on him; there must be something going on. But it’s none of her business, why was she so anxious?
After tonight, she really never wanted to see him again!
"What’s the matter, can’t sleep alone?"
The man’s voice suddenly softened, closing the notebook in his hand and setting aside his work.
"Speak."
When his voice reached her ears again, he was already very close to her.
"..." Eva Nightingale hadn’t had a chance to speak when he suddenly scooped her into his arms. His pleasing voice followed closely by her ear, "Want me to stay with you to sleep, hmm?"
Eva wasn’t asleep. He was holding her through the quilt, lightly rubbing his chin against the top of her fluffy hair.
"Baby, you smell so good..."
Eva: "..." I’m not a perfume!
Through the quilt, she felt enveloped, her whole body encased in his warm embrace. Her sharp senses quickly picked up a hint of danger, so she pretended to be asleep, hoping he would let her go.
"Baby, let me take a shower first."
He seemed to ask for her opinion, his voice missing the icy chill from earlier, as if no conflict had ever existed between them.
He left her with "baby" here and "baby" there, so seductive that Eva was actually bewitched, unconsciously slipping her hand from under the quilt to wrap it around his neck, tears streaming down, Husband, is it you?
Her face was still buried in the quilt, so the tears soaked into it. Even as he held her, he didn’t know she was crying.
Yet, all the coldness from this man faded away. He gently stroked the top of her hair and then released her to head into the bathroom.
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No one knows how much time passed.
When he emerged with just a towel around him, he only saw her small figure standing by the door, looking like she was trying to open it and run away.
"Come here." He extended his arms, not holding any anger towards her; somehow, she always seemed able to ease his temper.
"Lucas Knight, don’t come over..." He was covered with only a towel at that spot; she could see his abs and instinctively took a step back.
"I won’t come over." He halted, listening to her, saying, "Then you come here."
Eva presumed she couldn’t escape.
She tightened the belt of her robe before walking towards him.
Her heartbeat was a bit uncontrollable, thinking it was his powerful aura that was too intimidating.
"Hold me." His thin lips ordered softly, "Be good." Don’t question him. He clearly wanted to stay away from this woman, yet... when he saw her, he couldn’t help but want to get closer and possess her.
"Hmm..." She stepped forward on the soft carpet, extending her hands to embrace him. Because he was so tall, she could only hug his waist.
His body was lean in clothes but muscular without them, with flowing abs lines and well-proportioned muscles, perfectly fitting.
"Hold tighter." He continued to order.
"Hmm..." She tightened her arms, understanding this was simply seeking what was owed; after tonight, they wouldn’t need to be entangled.
He suddenly reached out and covered her hips, the other hand clasping the back of her head. Thus, with one arm, he lifted her to his waist, continuing, "Kiss me."
Suddenly being lifted by the man with one hand, she blushed instantly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him to avoid falling.
Only then did she realize how close the man’s thin lips were to hers.
His voice brimming with impatience: "Do you know how to kiss?"
