Chapter 1403: 1402: Enduring the Reaction

How kind could he be? So he surely must have dressed her in something stringy...But then again, considering she was nearly stripped bare, anything to wear was better than nothing.

She simply compromised, nestled into his embrace, and stopped struggling...

*

The next day.

In a certain villa in the Marwell Islands.

A beam of bright light seeped into the luxurious master bedroom.

The lavish, enticing bed was covered with a fine silk duvet, its surface embroidered with golden threads exuding an air of nobility and opulent elegance.

On the large bed, Eva Nightingale shifted and opened her eyes.

She accidentally bumped into a bare chest.

The searing sensation nearly burned her, prompting an instinctual retreat.

"Awake, hmm?"

A man’s pleasant voice came from above.

The pure masculine scent invaded her nostrils, causing her heart to race wildly. After a moment, a single word escaped her lips, "Mmm..."

Lucas Knight’s left shoulder was wrapped in a bandage, intending to recover from his injury in the Marwell Islands during this period.

This injury, he didn’t want his grandmother or grandfather to know, nor the little ones at home.

Last night before sleeping, Eva had called home and chatted with the little ones for a while before hanging up.

"Sleep a little longer."

He held her close, quite domineering.

How long had it been since he last ’loved’ her?

He hadn’t touched her for so long that now, merely looking at her filled his eyes with deep desire, much less holding her while sleeping!

This was simply the most intolerable torment.

He always felt that he had been harsh to her that night, which made her distant now. Since their marriage wasn’t real, he tried to give her the utmost freedom—even in sleep, it was just purely sleeping.

"Hmm?" She blinked her eyes, a thin mist of tears forming, as she stared at him.

For some reason, she thought Lucas Knight looked so handsome now!

So cool and dashing!

His power was overwhelming, his wealth immense, arrogant and unparalleled, domineering yet gentle.

His utterly handsome looks were unbelievably captivating.

She raised her head from his chest and just stared at him, his exquisitely defined features were just perfect.

It was a face flawless from every angle!

"Are you angry, Lucas Knight?"

"Angry about what?" He gently rubbed the woman’s forehead with his chin.

Then, he brushed against her small head again.

"It’s just... the matter with Easton Shao..." she knew in such cases, there was bitterness she couldn’t express.

If places were swapped and Lucas Knight stayed with a woman for a week and appeared in the Marwell Islands wearing groom’s attire, she would surely misunderstand, unable to listen to his explanation.

Even though he hadn’t mentioned it again superficially...

But she remembered the way he looked at her that night, dark and cold.

"I can explain! I didn’t do anything with him... mmph~~"

The rest of her words were seized and swallowed by his domineering kiss; his love for her was uncontrollable; he didn’t want to hear any other man’s name from her lips.

The lingering kiss made her heart race.

He was so domineering!

She couldn’t utter a single word.

It was as if he were a king, looking down on everything, crushing it underfoot.

Before him, she was reduced under his formidable kingly aura, into a little woman...

Unable to resist, she gradually stopped struggling and voluntarily wrapped her arms around his waist.