"Wife, I want to kiss you. Do you agree?"

He looked at her, asking with a playful smile.

"Yes." She nodded, not daring to look into his eyes, as once she did, she couldn’t escape.

She agreed, much to his satisfaction. He didn’t care that they were in the car—his large hand reached out, embracing her and pulling her into his arms, then savored her beautiful lips.

She couldn’t resist him just like before!!

Once domineering, now he kissed her gently and softly, making it no less enjoyable than before.

She obediently closed her eyes and responded to him, gently biting his lower lip, licking it bit by bit—a sensation so good it was driving her crazy.

"Wife, I want to eat you." His voice was unusually soft, and his words fell as he buried his head in her chest, eliciting a feeling of weakness throughout her body. Quickly covering her collar, she hurriedly explained, "Emperor Lucas, I’m not quite convenient today."

In two months, her heart ached as much as it could, staying up all night guarding him without sleep—even her period was thrown off!

It came again yesterday; she caught a chill from the night wind, and her morning abdominal pain worsened.

Actually, ever since he was hospitalized for two months, he hadn’t asked much of Eva Nightingale. Each time, he merely kissed her, then simply hugged her to sleep, never crossing that line.

She didn’t know why, after two months of holding back, he’d suddenly proposed wanting to eat her.

Remembering that night at the bar...

"Not giving, hmm?" His voice was magnetic and lazy, a few shades of mischievousness, especially with the "hmm" ending slightly raised, thoroughly seductive!

"I really am not convenient." Could he want it even if she was on her period!

"Good girl, be obedient." His large hand mischievously roamed across her back, igniting a warmth through her clothes, then his palm landed on her thigh, sliding up her skin slowly, lifting her skirt.

This softened his stare somewhat.

Retracting his hand, he looked at her, dressed in short sleeves and a short skirt, frowning with displeasure.

The next second he took off his black coat, wrapping it around her: "Woman, if you get sick, see how I’ll deal with you."

"I understand!" She agreed verbally but took off the coat, sitting up from his embrace and putting it on him, "Emperor Lucas, you need to get better quickly so I can take you back to the Sovereign Empire."

"Just discharged, the Doctor said you mustn’t catch the wind nor get a cold, otherwise your condition will worsen. So, please wear it nicely, okay?"

She truly thought he had lost his memory...

Amnesia, subconsciously treating him as a simple-minded kid, playing games with her, changing his clothes, feeding him—two months, a fresh bouquet each day.

He paused, the unusual color in his eyes fleeting away, and in the next second, reverted to his former puppy-like demeanor: "Wife, I’m a man; you’re my woman. My clothes are yours."

It sounded quite reasonable.

Saying that, he buttoned her clothes while keeping his face solemn.

He gently touched her thigh: "I don’t like you showing skin."

She nodded: "Yes, I’ll wear sportswear next time."

He retracted his hand, tracing her lips with delicate caresses: "I like your lips."

"Hmm, yours." The next second, she took the initiative to lean closer, pressing against his lips.

Heh...

Eva Bennett...

He was deeply pleased, flipping his hand to grasp her fluffy head, indulging in this so-called pleasure.