His features were profoundly handsome, like a masterpiece crafted by the world’s top artisan, exuding an aura of noble abstinence.

"Lucas!" She was the first to approach him softly and uncontrollably, clinging to him entirely, seemingly unafraid of the azure water. Instead, the heat within her body replaced the fear. Yes, she was so numb from his kisses that her legs restlessly rubbed against each other as she moved closer to him.

"Little thing..." She really couldn’t take the teasing, so eager. He curved his lips, and his large hand slowly moved up her smooth back, finally resting on the back of her head, supporting her head, making it easier for him to take what he wanted.

...

After a night of indulgence, Eva Nightingale felt sore and weak all over when she woke up the next day.

Her body was covered in suggestive marks. Last night, from the swimming pool to the room, they didn’t leave any place untouched... This damn man, is this abstinence! How is this abstinence!

Her legs bore the traces of excess indulgence, and the wild activities of the previous night seemed vivid in her mind. Eva covered herself with the blanket, looking at the man still sleeping beside her.

Having done such things so many times, every time without any contraception, counting the days, maybe she should be pregnant by now?

If she was indeed pregnant, that would be good because being pregnant would prevent her from showing further affection with him. She only needed to play the role of a wealthy lady and be his wife according to the contract, focusing on nurturing the fetus in peace.

When the honeymoon ended, and they returned to the country, she could go to the hospital for a checkup to see if she was really pregnant.

After all, it was a contract...

She didn’t want a wedding, meaning she only wanted to simply register the marriage with him. However, he custom-made a precious wedding dress for her and secretly arranged this honeymoon trip.

Except for a lack of witnesses, he didn’t lack anything in providing for her, which could be considered a romantic wedding...

Wedding dress, diamond ring, roses, honeymoon trip...

There was everything!

"Baby, sleep a little longer." He stretched out his large hand and circled Eva Nightingale’s slender waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, gently asking, "Woman... Was last night not enough for you?" She had woken up so early, seemingly in a daze.

"No, no... it was enough!"

She immediately obediently snuggled back into his arms.

Lucas Knight held her, a certain part of him starting to act out again. Worried he might wear her out after the pool escapade last night, he carried her back to the room, and the little woman seemed insatiable, clinging to him, whispering: Lucas, hmm...

Without another word, he pressed her against the desk with his large hands...

At that moment, the desk, the sofa, all showed signs of chaos.

In her ears, her words from last night seemed to echo: "Husband, I love you, love you to death umm..."

Thinking about it, he lifted the corners of his lips into a smile.

After sleeping for another two hours, Lucas Knight was awakened by a phone call.

Logically speaking, everything during the honeymoon should have been arranged perfectly without interruption. Such sweet moments being interrupted... Lucas Knight didn’t look pleased as he reached out for his phone and answered, "Hello?"

On the other end was Harry North’s voice: "Sir, I didn’t dare disturb you, but I mustered the courage. Over at the old residence, the old man has privately brought Miss Ava Morgan over to stay and keeps inquiring about your situation and insists that you must marry her as the Young Madam!"

"The old man even mentioned Mr. Morgan’s old man, saying how they fought together before and how Mr. Morgan helped him in various ways..."