"..." The man stood up, looking at her in utter disarray, his body cold to the core. He should have been angry, yet he couldn’t muster the anger.
His gaze on her gradually became heated.
Especially with the girl’s clothes soaking wet, clinging tightly to her body, he could vaguely recall that night when he aggressively ripped her collar, revealing her fair skin.
His lower abdomen tightened abruptly. Realizing he was distracted, he quickly looked away, his voice husky yet charming: "Go back..."
"You... will temporarily stay in my room."
Eva Nightingale: "???"
Just a moment ago, this man had been so fierce, and now suddenly softened!
So this is what he’s like when he softens, not enough to make one want to hate him to death.
Such a feeling, Eva truly felt a twinge of sadness, seemingly reminded of Lucas Knight...
*
Upon returning to the villa, the bodyguards eagerly greeted her: "Miss Eva."
The housekeeper also approached: "Miss Eva, the Eldest Young Master instructed you to settle in his room on the second floor for now."
None of them quite believed that the cold-faced iceberg would be so kind to a woman, to the extent of giving up his room.
In such a short time.
He had been hurt by her... and still gave up his room!
In over twenty years, the Eldest Young Master had never treated anyone so generously, not even the Second Young Master...
Eva nodded, saying nothing, and went upstairs.
She took a shower, making herself into a little cocoon.
After all, she was currently in the wolf’s den and wasn’t sure what that man, Lucas Knight, might do.
Considering their equal standing, she felt she needed to stay vigilant so as not to be taken advantage of.
Currently, she was still Lucas Knight’s "wife." The marriage certificate was real, and their relationship was real too.
Currently, it seemed that there was indeed a hint of them turning fiction into reality.
These past days, Eva hadn’t slept well, and after a bath, she felt a bit drowsy.
She walked forward, her feet sinking into the plush thickness of the Persian Carpet.
Before her eyes, the room was styled in dark themes, the bedspread and sheets all in dark tones. Although every piece was of utmost luxury, to her eyes, it was a canvas of black and white.
Does someone like him not have a cleanliness obsession?!
If he didn’t, why would the maid say he once discarded his clothes on the spot after being touched by a woman?!
If he did, why would he allow her to sleep in his room?
Eva was still inherently disdainful!
However, compared to the basement, this was a million times better!
In her memory, she had slept in Lucas Knight’s bed, never in another man’s.
She simply couldn’t understand what Lucas Knight meant by letting her sleep in his bed?
Of course, Eva wouldn’t sleep in his bed.
So, she went to the closet, picked out a women’s robe, and then headed to the sofa. Lying there, she covered herself with the robe.
She fell asleep drowsily.
She had just closed her eyes, and it seemed she slipped into a dream...
"Our marriage contract has ended, just like that. Here’s 1 billion, plus an island surrounded by the sea, and a large estate in the Marwell Islands. Eva, you’ve played the role of Young Madam excellently; these are all your dues."
She leaned against the wall, her body rigid, tears welling up in her eyes: "No..." These were not what she wanted.
She didn’t even know what she and he truly were.
The image was so vivid she could no longer distinguish between reality and dream.