"Honey!"

Almost instinctively, she turned her head, and the first thing she saw were Liam Coldwell’s staring eyes.

Their gazes met in the air.

The man curved his lips into a charmingly wicked smile, his eyes slightly narrowed, exuding a dangerous vibe: "Dance with me, baby."

"Liam Coldwell, who’s your honey!" She wished she could grit her teeth, and the next second, with a mischievous smile, she stomped her high heel onto Liam’s foot.

"Hmm..."

He mumbled in pain, drawing out the final sound.

"Liam Coldwell, does it hurt?" She gloated.

"It hurts..."

"If it hurts, why don’t you stay away from me! Aren’t you afraid I’ll step on you again?" She meant what she said.

She was wearing high heels with very thin heels, so stepping on someone was indeed painful, and Liam’s handsome face changed color because of her stomp.

"Alright, enough messing around!" She laughed heartily, "Liam Coldwell, let go of my hand already."

Yesterday she used a pregnancy test stick; it showed two stripes.

Two stripes means she’s pregnant.

No drinking or dancing tonight.

She planned to find a quiet corner to sit down for a while. For some reason, she felt discomfort in her lower abdomen, like a bit of pain.

It’s the kind of dull lower abdominal pain.

But Liam Coldwell held her hand tightly, clearly intending not to let go: "Your hand is a bit cold, let me warm it up for you!"

Eva Nightingale: "...???"

No need for him to trouble himself with warming her hands!

So she immediately withdrew her hand.

"Liam Coldwell. I have a man, and that’s Lucas Knight. A man like you, aren’t you supposed to be quite proud? You can have any woman you want, so why insist on holding onto me!"

Liam Coldwell smiled slightly: "There are countless women in the world, but in my eyes, there’s only you, Eva Bennett."

They continued their conversation. Not far ahead, Sebastian Yansford finally spotted Eva and Liam Coldwell.

He paused, thinking... Even a woman like Eva, without Lucas Knight, she would have Liam Coldwell. Without Liam Coldwell, she’d have countless others!

Sebastian Yansford drank a glass of red wine, and they continued cheerfully chatting.

Sebastian Yansford drank another glass, and they kept conversing.

Sebastian Yansford drank yet another glass...

...

Ahead.

Eva Nightingale: "Liam Coldwell..." She wanted to speak, but before the words were out, Liam Coldwell leaned closer, his handsome silhouette casting a shadow over her.

From far away, it seemed like Liam Coldwell was about to kiss her.

In reality, Liam Coldwell whispered in her ear: "Don’t overthink it. Even though I want you to be my woman, and you should be my wife, I assure you I won’t do anything inappropriate to you. So don’t look at me with that suspicious gaze!"

Eva Nightingale: "Aren’t you a wolf by nature?"

The feeling this man gave her wasn’t repulsion. On the contrary, Liam had a very attractive quality about him. He was undeniably handsome and domineering, but Eva always rejected his dominating advances first.

"Alright, alright, I’m a wolf... but a wolf that protects you!"

"..." Eva Nightingale was suddenly speechless.

Could this fellow be overrun by hormones!

Day after day, using that gaze to look at her!

She thought that revealing her relationship with Lucas Knight would make him leave.