After accompanying the little bun for dinner, and playing with him until evening, he fell asleep hugging her.

Eva Nightingale carried him into the car and sent him to the airport, arranging for the most capable person in the family to send the Knight Family’s little Crown Prince back to the Sovereign Empire.

...

Since then, more than half a month passed.

Today is the day Eliana Beckett returns to Eastern Europe.

Eva Nightingale was somewhat angry that she kidnapped the Imperial President’s son without permission, and Eva released him without permission as well. She estimated that Eliana would definitely berate her harshly upon her return, and the thought alone made her feel bad.

It was midnight.

Eva Nightingale sat in a booth at the Good Vibes bar, drinking glass after glass of alcohol.

"Feeling good, huh?"

A devilishly charming voice, as seductive as a poppy flower, drifted over.

"You really want my life, huh?"

"Bang——" The glass fell to the ground, shattering to pieces, scattering the Erguotou all over the floor.

Her eyes welled up with pearl-like mist as she turned back to see if he was the devil. Wasn’t he supposed to be bedridden at this time? Why... why was he here?

Who would have known, just as she turned around, Lucas Knight sealed her lips, the taste of Erguotou spreading in her mouth.

She remained motionless, tears streaming down!

This had to be from getting drunk!

So, she missed him so much that she hallucinated!

Still imagining him kissing her!

Ha ha ha, Eva Bennett, aren’t you just ridiculous; you nearly killed him with a deadly poison, and yet you play the deep lover, what right do you have to think of him?

The atmosphere in the bar was indeed lively, the DJ’s deafening voice rattling her ears: "Why so many excuses, make me feel guilty I don’t love enough, planned a long time, just to break up, why not say it outright, since you want freedom, attempts to hold you back only hurt me in the end, I’ve endured so long, there’s no reason to continue, she doesn’t feel pain, she just wants freedom."

He reached out to wipe away the tears on her cheek, sneering softly: "Does it hurt?"

Eva Nightingale: "..."

The next moment, his sexy lips left hers, and he wiped away her tears on the other cheek, all with a faint, sinister smile.

It’s as if he’s saying, "Eva Nightingale, you tore my heart to pieces with your own hands, trampled it fiercely, does it hurt?", "Eva Nightingale, you want my life. Does it make you feel good?"

After touching her skin several times, even in her drunken state, she realized it wasn’t an illusion, it was truly him.

It had been over half a month since she drugged him, and she expected him to still be bedridden, deathly ill.

"Are you stupid?" he suddenly cupped her cheeks, evilly glanced at her, then kissed her again. As he made contact, her lips tingled and went numb, the feeling was so acutely etched into her memory, that familiar feeling, that lucid sensation that entangled them, slowly amplified.

She remained motionless, like a piece of wood, letting him gently kiss her!

Tears streamed from her eyes down to their lips, mixing with the Erguotou taste and a hint of salt, and he disdainfully pulled away, moved closer, and with a slightly mocking tone said: "Why are you crying? Aren’t you tired of pretending?"

Back then, she relentlessly seduced him!

After winning him over, she began to ruin everything!

After winning him over, she shamelessly ruined everything!!

What couldn’t she have, this time she wanted his life!

But so what, he coldly chuckled as he bit her ear lobe: "Eva Nightingale, even if you want my life, damn it, I still like you!"

She burst into tears, her vision instantly blurred: "I’m sorry..."