His left hand touched her waist, his right hand held her hand, and he encountered a diamond ring on her ring finger.

His face didn’t look good, and he immediately put on his characteristic look of a little puppy: "Did your boyfriend give this to you?"

"I don’t have a boyfriend." She seemed to be explaining, truly treating him like an amnesiac who knew nothing.

He was about to recover, so her time with him was running out.

She planned to send him away.

"Hmm~" Lucas Knight replied after hearing this, his hand still resting on her back. Although separated by her dress, his hand started heating up.

Thinking about sending him away made Eva Nightingale feel a little uneasy. Without caring about the location, she tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and nestled against his chest.

What was she doing?!

"Lucas..." she said endearingly.

Such a soft voice made his heart itch. He didn’t know why she suddenly became so clingy, especially since she was such a ruthless person.

Under the moonlight, the two of them were like a beautiful landscape, and Jasmine Green could vaguely see them from not far away.

Out of a subordinate’s loyalty, she handled the others dozens of meters away.

Who knew that Eva Nightingale and Lucas Knight would actually get in the car and leave?

Jasmine Green did not follow.

Because Eva Nightingale did not allow it, she naturally did not dare to follow.

But this not following was only temporary. After waiting for a while, she figured out a way to follow...

...

Once they reached the villa, she grabbed his large hand and went upstairs.

Lucas Knight remained silent, his mind filled with the scene of her crying in the bar that night, and the moment she poisoned him with lingering affection. Every time she took the initiative and was kind to him, nothing good ever happened.

When they reached the corner of the stairs, Eva Nightingale suddenly stopped, tiptoed, and hugged him. She felt his body radiating warmth.

"What’s wrong?" he asked with concern.

"Don’t say anything, just close your eyes," Eva Nightingale’s mind was full of the old him, the domineering him, truly wishing he could return to the way he was.

Lucas Knight didn’t have time to respond.

She kissed him deeply. His breath deepened, and his left hand slid down her waist, landing on her rounded hip, firmly lifting her.

His large and muscular physique, strong arms; lifting her with one hand wasn’t a problem—he could easily carry her effortlessly.

His other hand slid to her back, unzipping her dress, his hand landing on her smooth back, caressing her.

Indeed, she was a little fairy, never behaving even when things started.

The skin that Eva Nightingale felt his touch on tingled, her body melting into his arms. Lucas Knight carried her upstairs, placed her down once in the room. In high heels, she was slowly maneuvered to the edge of the bed, after which clothes fell to the floor one after another. He pushed her down, his scorching body covering her.

"Don’t move." He suddenly commanded.

His large hand clasped her small hand, intertwining fingers, restraining her. This fairy!!!

"Behave."

Unable to move him, she instead boldly started teasing and kissing him, relying on his lack of self-control?

Her body was already barely clothed, half-biting her lip, then leaning close to the man’s ear, her breath slightly hot, her tone carrying a hint of enjoyment: "Emperor Lucas, I want it." Such a woman, any man would find irresistible, let alone him...

"Say it one more time!!" His voice brimmed with anger and a heavy sense of danger.