Chapter 1417: 1056: Everything That Needed to Be Done Is Done

His thin lips hadn’t touched her when she slapped him hard."Liam Coldwell, you’re out of your mind! Lucas Knight and I have done everything; we’ve slept together, rented rooms, done all the intimate things a man and woman can do, used every position imaginable..."

"In this lifetime, the next, and the one after, there’s no way for us to be together, so get a grip! Why do you keep bothering me!"

As she shouted, her eyes welled up with tears. She didn’t want to waste Liam Coldwell’s time and urged him to sober up. She liked no one now, yes, she liked no one.

"I don’t care about your past!"

He looked at her seriously:

"Everyone has a past. I like you. It’s not because you’re exceptionally great now..."

She rejected him decisively: "Why? Just because you say you like me, I’m supposed to believe it?"

"I would risk my life for you..."

Eva Nightingale: "I don’t want your life..."

"I am willing to give it!"

Eva Nightingale: "!!!"

Alcohol brings out the truth, but Liam Coldwell... what nonsense is he spewing!

Life...

She remembered that night in Marwell Islands, when Easton Shaoxian fell into her trap, a lone figure, ultimately lying in a pool of blood.

If Easton Shaoxian really died! Then it truly would have been by her hand.

Coldwell, I don’t want your life!

...

The ’drinking session’ ended in a sour note.

The whiskey’s effects were overwhelming, Liam Coldwell dragged her back to the room. Seeing her drunk, he brushed off the slap she gave him.

Instead, he even chuckled.

He tucked Eva Nightingale under the covers, and she curled up and slept.

Her room was warmly decorated, with many stuffed bears on the bed. She shuffled around, hugging a big bear to sleep.

Her nightgown was long, with a slick fabric and a slightly low-cut neckline. In her sleep position, it revealed patches of skin.

On her fair skin, the varying shades of love bites were clearly visible...

So everything she said was true!

She and Lucas Knight had done everything, Eva, how could you be like this...

Liam Coldwell couldn’t remember how he left her room.

The next day.

Bright sunlight streamed into the ornate room from outside.

A ring of golden light haloed on the soft, thick Persian Carpet.

Eva Nightingale opened her eyes, feeling weakened by the hangover. She drank too much last night, the whiskey was too strong, but not to the point of blacking out.

She sat up and rubbed her brow.

Last night she had intended to get information out of Liam Coldwell, but in the end, she ended up exposing herself; it was like winning a battle but losing more.

Eva Nightingale lazily got out of bed, freshened up, and stepped out.

Downstairs

Eliana Beckett was already in the living room.

"Eva, what happened with Liam last night?"

"What?" What do you mean, what happened?!

Eva Nightingale was completely befuddled.

"It’s about last night, when President Coldwell left, he wasn’t in a good mood... plus, he touched his face..." It seemed like there were traces of being slapped on his face!

In the room, it was just Miss Nightingale and President Coldwell.

Cough cough...

So, what happened?

"Eva, you should at least be nicer to him." It’s clear Liam Coldwell hit a wall.

"Oh..." Eva Nightingale couldn’t help but laugh, he deserved getting hit!

Right? Wasn’t that clear enough for him to stay away? What else could she do?

Eliana Beckett: "Eva! It’s not me lecturing you, but you really should take it easy."

Eva Nightingale nodded haphazardly: "Mm, mm, mm..."

Eliana Beckett was helpless, worried that she’d get hurt outside, and kept reminding her.