Chapter 1370: 1369: Who Is the Lucas You Keep Mentioning?

"What’s wrong? One billion isn’t enough?"He was the picture of abstinence, and his voice was icy. "You want me to add more?"

"Hm?"

As he spoke, he leaned in toward her and handed over the divorce agreement. "Little thing, we were a mutual-benefit deal from the very beginning. My dear wife, are you planning to breach the contract?"

As he spoke, his phoenix eyes, dark as obsidian, narrowed slightly, that razor‑sharp gaze making every muscle in her body go taut.

"The marriage contract is up, so we get divorced. What are you crying for?"

Her hand was shaking as she secretly signed her name.

That night. Lying alone in bed. Cold and lonely; the person lying beside her was no longer his burning‑hot body.

Tears slid down...

Eva Nightingale turned over.

Sleeping on the sofa was anything but restful.

She was dreaming, and never noticed the tall, straight figure standing at the door. He watched her for a long time, not moving an inch.

He thought she really was beautiful—the more he looked, the more beautiful she seemed.

She was even more stunning than the legendary Xi Shi in the rumors.

She was the same kind of enchantress who could make a ’King light beacons to play tricks on his vassals.’

"Lucas..."

She shifted a little.

Who knew what she was dreaming of; even her voice sounded choked. "Ugh... Lucas... you can’t do this!"

"Lucas, you bastard..."

Lucas.

Lucas???

Easton narrowed his brows in displeasure, staring at her, his expression growing more and more complicated. Lucas—this Lucas she kept calling... who was he?

She was calling him so intimately...

What was Lucas to her? Just like she’d said—was he... her man?

No. Since when did he ever care about a woman!

She could love whoever she wanted, marry whoever she wanted.

What did that have to do with Easton?

Right now she was nothing more than a hostage he’d detained, in order to calm the people from the Sovereign Empire and Eastern Europe. He’d already arranged everything.

There was absolutely no way he was letting Charlotte Knight and her escape now, or things would blow up and bring unnecessary trouble down on the Readington Family.

It would be extremely tricky to handle then.

So he had to cut off all future problems right now. There was no way he’d let anyone discover that Eva Bennett and Charlotte Knight were here!

As he was thinking, he suddenly noticed the "blanket" on the woman on the sofa had slipped off.

That so‑called blanket wasn’t a blanket at all.

It was a woman’s bathrobe he’d ordered the Maid to bring.

With a perfectly good big bed there, she actually chose to sleep on the sofa?

Stupid woman, clearly he couldn’t afford to treat her too well!

Did she despise his bed or something?

He was usually so obsessive about cleanliness and he didn’t even mind; he’d given his bed to her, and her?

"Eva, if you weren’t asleep right now, I’d show you what it means to be taught a lesson!!"

But she was Bennett’s person, after all. He could only walk over, pick the bathrobe up off the floor, and tuck it back over her.

If she was going to sleep, she slept wrapped up so tightly, not even an arm or a leg showing. Was she really not afraid of roasting herself?

"You... what are you doing?!!"

In the middle of her dream, she suddenly woke up.

She stared in horror at the man standing stiffly beside the sofa.

Easton...

She paused, patting her own head. She seemed to have had a dream just now. So the divorce—it was all just a dream.

"You’re awake?" He simply sat down on the sofa opposite Eva and demanded, "Who is Lucas?"

Lucas? Was he asking about Lucas Knight?

What was he trying to do?

"I’m not telling you. Easton, aren’t you so impressive? Don’t tell me you don’t even know about someone as famous as him?"

"Cut the crap. You damn woman, are you going to talk or not?" If she wouldn’t, he had plenty of ways to make her talk.