"Ivy, what are you doing?"

Lucas Knight stepped out of the elevator, his legs casually crossed as he moved forward, walking hurriedly, taking two steps at a time.

From his position, he could only see Graham Knight and a squatting figure beside him. Because Eva Nightingale was wearing an orange coat and had her back to the elevator, Lucas couldn’t see her clearly at first and failed to recognize her immediately.

But as he got closer, he became increasingly displeased, furrowing his brows.

The small squatting figure was so familiar. That long, wavy hair made him inexplicably think of someone. It really looked like... who did it look like? It was her.

"Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you," the little boy immediately hugged Eva Nightingale, as if he thought Lucas Knight was going to eat someone.

Eva Nightingale: "..." This feels like being flattered!!

She was actually flirted with by a little kid, and he said he would protect her.

He’s so tiny, it would be impressive if he could even protect himself!

And yet he wants to protect her!

"Ivy, what are you doing?" Lucas Knight said with anger. He brought him to the party, and suddenly he disappeared, running off on his own. Harry North and his men searched all night but couldn’t find him. How could Lucas Knight not be furious?

Still, this little boy was his heir, the apple of his eye usually, and Lucas Knight didn’t show much emotion on his face as he strode over with his long legs.

Eva Nightingale instinctively handed the little boy in her arms to him, but unexpectedly, Lucas Knight’s large hand fell on Eva’s waist.

He didn’t hug the little boy—instead, he hugged her!!!

"Uh... President. You hugged the wrong person," she said awkwardly. Why was this man hugging her instead of his son?

"Didn’t hug the wrong person," Lucas Knight seemed in a good mood, smiling charmingly, "I am hugging my woman."

Eva Nightingale: "..."

Graham Knight: "..."

The little boy felt a bit hurt and lifted his face from Eva’s neck, looking at Lucas Knight. Clearly, this was his girlfriend! His dad was stealing her!

She was his woman, alright!

As soon as the little boy lifted his face, Lucas’s large hand scooped him over, and he promptly handed him to the bodyguard behind him: "Take him back. It’s bedtime now."

His tone was authoritarian, leaving the little boy quite hurt. He had to go to bed on time every day, meaning he had to leave Eva Nightingale now.

"No, I won’t go back!" He wanted to protect this lady. Despite being young, he could protect her without a hitch! After all, she’s his girlfriend; how could he stand by and do nothing?

Seeing his dad so fierce, who knew what he might do to this lady!

He couldn’t just leave his woman here like this...

"Lady..."

"She’s your mom!" The little boy hadn’t finished speaking when Lucas Knight interrupted him coldly, simultaneously pulling Eva Nightingale strongly into his arms, saying dominantly, "Graham, she’s not your lady... she’s your mommy."

He was going to marry her, so she would be his mommy.

As soon as the big boss said this, everyone around: "..." Almost choked on their drink.

Harry North, half-injured, was in the crowd behind them, staring wide-eyed at Eva Nightingale in Lucas Knight’s embrace: Oh my God! This woman was none other than the Miss Eva Nightingale from back then!