"You are the woman I brought along, they offended you, of course, I won’t let them off easily." He said tenderly, "Luckily you’re okay, otherwise I’m not sure how I’d deal with them."

"..." She frowned, why has this man suddenly become nice!

So strange, wasn’t he the one who previously imprisoned me, binding both my hands and feet with chains?

"I’m going on a business trip to City B, I want to bring you along." He started, as if seeking her opinion, if she was willing to accompany him, it would certainly be ideal.

This time there’s no coercion, because he realized that imprisoning her, although satisfying, causes him heartache.

Clearly just a woman he hasn’t known for long, why... does she make him so unpredictable. Sometimes irritable and cold, other times gentle like water.

"I’m not going." She responded decisively, "I want to go home." She just wants to go back to Eastern Europe where she’s the little tyrant, but here with him, she’s less than a weakling.

"A queen or a weakling, of course I choose to be the queen!" Who wants to be a weakling. And get bullied to tears by him, ha, it was the first time a man made her cry.

He bullied her, fine, but why does he also help her and show caring concern.

Mr. President, don’t you think this is contradictory?

"Have you decided?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, fleeting sadness passed, she really won’t take responsibility after sleeping together, "I’ll give you three days to consider, I’m going on a business trip to City B for three days and then I’ll be back."

"Leaving tomorrow morning, today you can decide whether to come with me or not."

If she dresses up and walks away, there’s nothing he can say, isn’t it? For the first time with a woman, he’s at a loss, being harsh isn’t right, not being harsh isn’t right, anyway, he’s the one who ends up suffering.

"If you don’t want to come with me, it’s fine, then stay here for three days and consider whether to be with me."

"Once you’ve decided, we’ll get married."

"Rest assured, being my woman, you’ll absolutely be treated well, worry-free living, swipe cards as you please, do whatever you want..." It’s just a contractual marriage after all.

Because he has Little Eva, and Little Ivy, and Grandpa is urging him to get married quickly, he needs a nominal wife, at present... she’s already been in his bed and favored by him, so she’s the most suitable candidate for First Lady.

But.

He said, "If we’re together, no kids in the future, plus a two-year contract, aside from that, everything else can be provided."

He’s the President, immensely powerful, conditions like these, countless women are clamoring for them.

Eva almost flatly refused: "I don’t agree." She hadn’t planned on getting married, and certainly not stupidly rushing into it, right?

"Fine." Lucas Knight already stood up straight, his eyes unable to hide the slight anger.

Previously, she borrowed his genes, he generously lent them, but she hasn’t conceived, and it’s not possible to conceive so quickly, so... in the future, not planning on having a baby.

He didn’t intend to speak with this unreasonable and bold woman anymore, planning to walk away, yet who would have thought, in the next instant, she suddenly flipped off the bed, then wrapped her arms around his, teasingly taunting him: "Hey? Could your sperm have problems?"

Seeing him hale and hearty, after borrowing the genes a few times still hasn’t conceived, now he wants marriage, but no kids, did she really guess right?

Suddenly, he turned around and said: "Do you want to try again, am I having issues?"