Lucas Knight originally didn’t believe it, but it seemed he could already smell a hint of blood in the air.

When he turned around, with sharp eyes he noticed a red mark on her wrist.

"You dared to slit your wrist."

"Who gave you the courage!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he lifted her right hand, the fair wrist already gushing blood.

"Leave me alone, I’m giving you back." Softly, she leaned against his shoulder, "I told you, I’m not getting in that car, I won’t get in." Why was he forcing her?

Lucas Knight’s eyes were bloodshot, snatching her bag and casually throwing it towards the distant trash can, he tore a piece of fabric from his clothes and wrapped her hand.

Fortunately, he discovered it in time, it was just a small cut, a bandage would do, but his heart ached profoundly.

No, pretending amnesia was just a way to torment her. Who would’ve thought she would care for him daily, hold him, do his laundry.

"Sob, let go quickly..."

She didn’t consider herself a good person, capricious and prideful.

At night, as she turned over in bed, he would embrace her from behind and say, "Honey, I love you."

Turned out, it was all an act by him!

"Alright." He released her, "Don’t cry."

This fairy, he couldn’t handle her!

Why didn’t she listen to him at all, he gave in everywhere, but all he got in return was her hurt...

Almost lost his life to her, but he could only let it go, this debt he wouldn’t seek, at the same time proving, they were finished, everything was over.

He returned to the Sovereign Empire, never to step into Eastern Europe again.

This time, she really hurt him.

"Eva Bennett, we’re done, really done, everything’s over..."

She didn’t care for him, a myriad of men in the harem, when was he ever missed?

"Rest assured, even if you beg me to imprison you in the future, I won’t... um."

His heart-breaking words were cut off as she captured his lips, her teeth gently biting his lower lip, her tongue lightly licking his lips a few times, mimicking his approach, gradually taking liberties with him.

He reached out to pinch her slim waist, pushing her away.

"That trick again..."

Unexpectedly, she tiptoed and approached him again, nibbling on his Adam’s apple, biting his lips, leaving him breathless, her voice only falling: "Husband... you don’t like this trick?"

"Like."

His waist trembled, Adam’s apple constricted.

Husband. He couldn’t withstand her calling him that way. Every woman in this world he could resist, except for her, even calling softly her husband, she could steal his soul.

Lucas Knight wrapped her in his arms backward: "I’ll carry you back."

Since she didn’t like sitting in that vehicle, he wouldn’t, in retrospect, discard it.

"I’ll walk on my own." She was a grown person not a child, wasn’t it tiring carrying her?

"Don’t move. Carrying ten of you is no problem." In an instant, murderous intent receded, his thin lips leaning against her ear, "When is your body going to be alright?"

"Uh..." She hesitated, then lied, "It should be... three or four days."

"I’ll wait." He was willing to wait. He wouldn’t touch her when it was inconvenient for her.

With that, he even stroked her hair top: "Be good, behave, when you’re well, husband will definitely satisfy you..."

Since everything happened in Eastern Europe, noisy and chaotic till now, this was the softest ’husband’ she ever called, and in his memory, she didn’t call him husband.