"Heh heh heh..."

He sneered coldly, grabbing her fair little hand, stuffing a bottle of alcohol into it, then grasped her hand, swinging it heavily toward his head.

"Bang—"

The bottle shattered against his head, and suddenly a wave of bloodiness rushed into her eyes.

He hugged her tightly, holding her, and kissed her earlobe: "Ha! Aren’t you the one who wants my life? Take it... take it, it’s all yours, if you have the guts, don’t cry, don’t cry, have the guts not to cry!!"

"Sweetheart, do you believe me when I say it pains me to see you cry?"

"Heh..."

Holding her tight, he fainted onto her, blood flowing profusely onto her clothes, and for the first time, he felt like a heavy mountain pressing upon oneself.

She had long been crying uncontrollably, her whole body colorless.

...

Afterwards, she guarded him in the hospital for two months.

Two months later, he was discharged.

Doctor said he had lost his memory, remembered nothing of everything!

Of everything, he remembered nothing...

He only remembered her.

Upon discharge, Eva Nightingale held a large bouquet of fiery red roses and gave them to him: "Emperor Lucas, today’s roses, they’re beautiful, for you."

Upon hearing this, he gently lifted his eyes, his deep, narrow gaze settling on her cherry-red lips, for a moment he curled his lips: "Baby, the roses aren’t as beautiful as you."

Eva’s heart ached, forcing back her tears.

He suddenly leaned over, pressing her, hovering above her: "Baby, you are truly beautiful!"

He suddenly extended his hand, capturing her head, identical to the posture he used to kiss her, so she reflexively thought he was going to kiss her.

Who knew he would just gaze at her: "Baby, are you crying? Your eyes are red and swollen."

For two months, she had cried every day!!

Not having reddened eyes would be strange.

She lied: "No... no, Emperor Lucas, didn’t you say you liked flowers? I went to buy some for you, the wind was strong on the way, sand got into my eyes."

"Is that so?" He didn’t believe her.

"Yes, really." She nodded, "Let’s... let’s go home!"

For these two months, he had stayed in a hospital in Eastern Europe, initially in the emergency room, then the brain department, and later transferred to an upscale rehabilitation center in the most bustling part of the city.

During his illness for two months, he became very clingy, wouldn’t eat unless he saw her, wouldn’t sleep unless he saw her, his personality had even changed from before, even to the extent of kissing, he was cautious, asking her if she was willing, each time he held her to kiss, she dared not move for fear of hurting him again.

"Wifey."

Eva was stunned for a moment, turned her head in disbelief: "Hmm?"

Until now, he always called her baby, sweetheart, and it was the first... no, since she could remember, the first time she heard him call her wifey.

"Wifey." He called again.

"Hmm?" She responded softly even more than just now, "My prince, what’s wrong, are you feeling unwell?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, gazing at her intensely: "Hmm, not feeling well. There is something wrong!!"

She hurriedly leaned over: "What’s wrong? I’ll immediately ask the driver to take us back to the hospital... mmm." Before finishing her sentence, his seductive lips pressed against hers, gently capturing her soft lower lip, kissing a few times, the force was light, tingling and numbing, not at all as domineering as before.

She closed her eyes, enjoying his affection.

Who would have guessed, after only a few seconds of kissing, he stopped.