Chapter 1419: 1418: Sealed with a Kiss—He’s No Ordinary Tyrant!

As Eva Nightingale spoke, she met his eyes, deep as obsidian. In that instant, a flame ignited in his gaze.

He opened his arms: "Come here."

After a week apart, Lucas Knight had regained his usual aloof nobility, filled with restraint.

Upon closer inspection, a trace of fatigue lingered between the man’s brows.

He should have been resting quietly, yet he had been traveling long distances.

"Lucas Knight, how is your injury?" She noted his complexion wasn’t looking good; was it really right for her to return at this critical moment?

Speaking, she stepped towards him, her heels clicking at eight centimeters high.

Just as she reached the sofa, he pulled her into his embrace. Forcefully lifting her chin, Lucas’ masculine scent enveloped her.

His incredibly soft tongue gently pried open her lips, entering with a domineering force.

Her sweet little tongue instinctively retreated, yet he followed closely, chasing it, until they entwined together.

This man was always so domineering and assertive, kissing her until her body softened, eventually sinking into his chest.

She heard his heartbeat, powerful and rapid, thumping wildly, as if lacking direction.

She was gradually falling in his embrace, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes misty with a layer of water, gleaming dreamily.

Lucas Knight finally released her, allowing her a chance to breathe.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting out a couple of muffled groans.

Seizing the opportunity, he hooked her waist with his large hand, his thin lips burying into her collarbone...

The entire room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, the air tinged with palpable sensuality.

After slightly over a week without touching her, she had utterly become his aphrodisiac; even just looking at her was unbearably enticing!

All he wanted was to hold this woman fiercely, with vehement passion!

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After an indeterminate amount of time, Eva Nightingale ran breathlessly into the bathroom.

Her clothes were almost entirely stripped away by him.

The last step, however, she bit her lip and pushed him away; no.

With over half a year left of her marriage, she couldn’t succumb to her feelings! She vaguely remembered, months ago, his arrogant and merciless words: "Eva Bennett, keep yourself in check, don’t fall for me."

Fine!

She understood now, she wasn’t to fall for him; she couldn’t fall for him.

In the bathroom, the sound of water trickling down.

Eva discarded her remaining clothes, letting the water cascade over her.

Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open with a "bang!"

A tall, slender figure entered, radiating a commanding presence.

"Um... Lucas Knight, why did you come in! I’m taking a shower... a shower... mm~"

"Together." He spoke with a cool detachment.

Together? How could he...

Before Eva could refuse, he approached, stating earnestly: "Just a pure shower, I’ll help you, hmm?"

"No, I’ll do it myself..."

His hand, helping her wash? She knew how his hand would roam, she refused; just a short while ago on the sofa was proof enough.

Thus, to prevent his hands from wandering, she decisively declined his "kind offer."

"Are you sure you don’t want my help?" His voice was deep and alluring, magnetic and husky.

Mysteriously, the bathroom filled with a strong sense of desire.

"Be good..." He pulled her over.

With a fiercely domineering posture, he sealed her lips with a kiss.