Chapter 1513 - 1512: The Jealous, Crying Little Woman Losing Her Temper

Chapter 1513: Chapter 1512: The Jealous, Crying Little Woman Losing Her Temper

Eva Nightingale had gone to great lengths to dress up today, wearing a burgundy cocktail dress with thin straps.

The straps were slender and quite sexy, but the neckline wasn’t too revealing.

After all, she was his nominal Young Madam, and wearing a strappy dress was always inappropriate, so she also draped a black blazer over her shoulders.

"Ding..."

The elevator chimed, and the doors opened.

Eva Nightingale quickly stepped out of the elevator, hurriedly holding her seductive little dress with one hand.

Because there were too many people in the lobby on the first floor, she had just gone up to the president’s office and came back down. Although people didn’t say anything on the surface, they were definitely thinking, did the boss and madam have a quarrel?

Or perhaps...

Why did Young Madam come down alone?

To avoid all that gossip and not wanting others to see her in a mess, Eva Nightingale pressed the elevator button for the basement floor directly.

When she got out, she realized she was already in the underground garage...

Basement level -1.

Originally, Eva Nightingale thought she would feel indifferent when they parted ways, but who knew, they hadn’t even separated yet, and just hearing that sound from the president’s office... her heart involuntarily ached.

Only then did she understand that her heart had long been out of her control!

"Damn you!"

"Lucas Knight, damn you!"

She simply took off the ladies’ blazer she was wearing and threw it on the ground, unable to quell the fire raging in her heart: "Signature... I asked you for a signature..."

She was not far from the elevator, but her eyes were red from crying, and she had no leisure to care about anything on this side.

"Ding..."

The elevator opened, and a wave of coldness rushed in as a man stepped out first with long, straight legs, his footsteps steady yet silent as he closed in on her from behind.

The dim yellow lights of the underground garage reflected on the man’s face, making his facial features appear sharp and deep; just a glance at his profile from afar could make one fall for him.

The man’s brows furrowed into a dark line, he said nothing, his gaze firmly locked on the small, enraged figure.

"Lucas Knight, damn you!" She seemed unable to curse him enough, yet couldn’t find the words to berate him.

If you don’t like me, just say it outright, okay? I, Eva Nightingale, will roll away...

The man behind her remained motionless, his expression not good. His cold, handsome face bore eyes that clearly showed compassion.

Yes, it was compassion.

If he didn’t care for her, he wouldn’t have left that two-billion-dollar contract to find her here at the fastest speed.

"Crown Prince..." Suddenly, the voices of the bodyguards came from behind. Finally, they had found them.

The bodyguards’ voices shattered the peace, Eva Nightingale turned around, and a whole group of men stood there in uniform.

"You... guys..."

"Where did you want to go? I’ll take you!" Before she could finish speaking, he interrupted her and, without her noticing, had walked to her side. He reached out his large hand, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace with a domineering aura as if protecting his beloved wife.

"When did you get here?"

"I... just... just arrived." Her face bumped against his chest, and his firm muscles radiated a unique charm of masculinity, making Eva Nightingale blush as she pushed away.

"Be good~" His large hand forcibly pressed over, assuming an incredibly domineering posture to secure the back of her head.

She was entirely swept into his arms, feeling his warmth through the thin layer of clothing.

"Put it on." He nonchalantly took off his coat and draped it over Eva Nightingale’s shoulders before lifting her up in his arms.