Chapter 1390: 1389: She’s Not Pregnant

"I’ll only roll with you."As he spoke, he placed his burning hot hand on her waist, dominantly pinning her against the wall.

Eva Nightingale: "!!!"

Feeling inexplicably that his hand was so hot, his force was too strong, making her lose balance and have to lean against the wall.

Wasn’t he supposed to go away?

What else does he want to do...

"Mmh—" Her cherry-colored lips were sealed, an enticing breath swept into her mouth, and his soft tongue just slipped in.

He actually kissed her?

She was furious, of course, she couldn’t allow him to touch her, and she reached out to push him away forcefully: "Ugh..."

His shoulder was wrapped in bandages, and with such a push, he groaned in pain!

In pain, he let her go.

He let go so decisively, she should be happy, but she wasn’t, especially after such a heated argument, she entirely forgot about his injury...

"I’m pregnant with someone else’s child, and you’re still kissing me, you..." She said spitefully.

"You’re not pregnant." He pressed down on her again, enclosing her with his hands, pressing his lips on her forehead, cheeks, lips, collarbone...

Moreover, half-pushing, half-compellingly kissed her into the room, forcefully kicked the door shut.

Eva was pressed onto the soft bed, his heavy breathing enveloping her as he bit her lips. Yes, he couldn’t get angry with her, but he couldn’t help wanting to kiss her, what to do?

Earlier, her body was trembling, like she was very afraid of him, covered in prickling thorns!

"Mmh... What did you say? I’m not pregnant?" She had done several tests before, indeed not pregnant, but then woke up one day to the doctor telling her she was, and now?

Lucas Knight said she wasn’t pregnant...

It had been so long, never taken any precautions, when she thought she was "pregnant," she was actually happy about it!

But now?

"Lucas Knight, what do you mean? I’m not pregnant?"

That night she’d had a nightmare, dreaming he wanted her to have an abortion, they had just had a fight, she thought he’d rage, but who knew, after the argument, he was gentler.

But then?

He was someone who felt emotionless joy or anger. Even if he seemed gentle now, she couldn’t guarantee how he might act later.

When he got angry, it was surely more terrifying than anything...

"You’re not pregnant." He confirmed.

"No, no way... I don’t believe you, Lucas Knight, which of your words are true and which are false?"

"Not pregnant, truly." He replied.

"...No!" She raised her hand to punch him, pushing the man’s heated body off her.

"Eva!" His brows furrowed into a dark line.

Shouted at by him like this, she honestly kept still, then raised her hand and punched his shoulder.

He quietly sucked in a breath: "Little thing, try hitting me one more time..." She was deliberately hitting his wound, wasn’t she?

But as soon as he finished speaking, another punch came at him: "Ugh..."

His wound began bleeding!

"I won’t hit anymore..." She backed down, curling up into a corner of the big bed, pulling the blanket over her, like a wounded little animal.

The injured person... was him, wasn’t it!

His shoulder had a gunshot wound, pummeled countless times by her.

"You... you stay back!" She could already sense from the cold air that he was about to snap.

She knew, dealing with people in his state was certainly terrifying.

So...

She backed up again, shivering.

This movement made him pause for a moment!