Originally, she thought he would storm into the room as usual, but when she wrapped herself up like a cocoon, there was no trace of him.

A good night’s sleep.

The next morning, the first light of dawn filtered through the vintage curtains into the room. Eva Nightingale turned over, got out of bed, went into the bathroom, washed up casually, and then went downstairs.

But the whispers of the maids reached her ears: "Ah, poor Harry North yesterday."

"Exactly, I heard he was sent to face the wall at the Presidential Mansion for a whole night and was exiled to Africa early this morning. He probably won’t be back this month. The conditions there are so harsh, I wonder what shape he’ll be in when he returns."

"That’s right, I heard the ultraviolet rays in Africa are extremely strong. If he stays there for a month and comes back, who knows how dark he’ll be!"

"He’ll definitely shed a few layers of skin, tanned and all. I feel so sorry for him."

Eva Nightingale descended the stairs: "What’s going on? Did Harry offend the President?"

Suddenly intervening, the maids were obviously caught off guard, then quickly composed themselves and stammered an explanation: "...No, miss, we have things to attend to, so we’ll take our leave now." Of course, they couldn’t tell Eva Nightingale that Harry was in trouble because of her words.

The President is really ruthless!

When he said that he would send Harry to Africa, he didn’t hesitate for a moment to get him out of his sight, and even said that if he wasn’t happy, he would make Harry stay in Africa a minute longer for every minute of unhappiness.

"By the way, Miss, breakfast is ready. Please take your seat and eat." The maids said this and then all withdrew.

...

Eva Nightingale had no appetite for breakfast.

Just thinking about when she could see Lucas Knight, who knew he’d actually show up at the villa the next moment.

As soon as Lucas Knight entered, he saw her wearing only a strap lace dress, pink, almost the same color as when she was emotional. Her skin was vaguely visible in his sight, and with just one glance, his mouth went dry. His eyes lingered on her white and tender thighs for a few seconds, then moved up to her slender waist, her chest...

Although she was wearing clothes, it was more unbearable than if she weren’t, and yes, he stubbornly envisioned her without them.

Lucas Knight looked on with eyes turning red, beneath the cold exterior was an extreme passion, seemingly hotter than volcanic lava.

Eva Nightingale happened to be looking at him too, her eyes wide open, with a "You bastard, if you’re not convinced, come and bite me" expression.

Her eyes were filled with accusation, clearly indicating that he’d promised to let her return properly after his business trip to City B, but as soon as he returned, he’d fervently kissed her. Then, he disappeared for the whole night.

When Eva Nightingale got up in the morning, she was still like the previous night, wrapped up like a cocoon, unbearably hot! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

She originally thought she wouldn’t see him today. So, she went ahead and took a bath, then changed into a simple, light strap nightgown. Who knew she’d meet him just downstairs?

"What, what are you looking at?" She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, "I’m going to change, stop looking!" Her face was so flushed it could drip blood.

She never thought she’d be moved by any man, and in three years in Eastern Europe, she wasn’t afraid of any man. She didn’t even take Liam Coldwell, the President of Country Z, seriously.

Who knew, she would be afraid of this kind of dangerous gaze, both cold and hot, making her face flush and her heart race, almost wishing to flee.