CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 327: DIVORCE (7)

As soon as she stepped into the room, a man followed behind her.

"Ah...you!" As she closed the door and saw the sudden figure, it startled her so much that she almost fell.

Fortunately, his quick reflexes allowed his large hand to catch her back, preventing her from falling.

Then, with a swift motion of his long arms, he pulled her into his embrace, her face crashing directly onto his solid chest.

It hurt so much. Was his chest made of stone? Why was it so hard? It hurt her!

Why did he suddenly become so rough?

Also, after eating, didn’t he leave? He went back to rest... so why did he suddenly appear in the room she booked?

However, he let her go.

His words were as cocky as ever: "Are you missing my kiss? Yearning? Wanting?"

When she kissed him, she had a reaction too. How could he not know?

But, she had a little bun in her tummy, wanting to lash out, wanting to scold him harshly, yet unable to do so.

However, he really liked this side of her, wanting to be angry, wanting to scold him, yet unable to say a word.

Tsk.

If she gave birth to the little bun, being this fierce, he’d immediately pounce and take her to bed, harshly taking charge. Damn, not being able to handle his own woman, what kind of man would he be!

What’s the point of growing that thing!

"You, get out."

She hadn’t forgotten about the divorce.

In just one day, she was almost driven crazy by him.

The thought of getting a divorce tomorrow... it indeed made her a little heartbroken, her eyes involuntarily moistening.

Turns out, she was overreaching, wasn’t she? Yes, he’s the Crown Prince, he’s the President!

With her humble status, how could she be fit to be with him?

Maybe, from the moment she knew his identity, she should have left.

"Mr. President, please leave."

What? His gaze darkened; was she asking him to leave?

Damn it! She was crying too?

Why cry?

What’s there to cry about?

He didn’t bully her, treated her so well, followed her all the way here late at night just to make sure she was safe from the taxi driver. He saw her come to Nightfall Palace and rent a room.

Alright then.

So he simply came, didn’t he?

After all, this delicate, beautiful woman, even when crying, was his wife.

Divorce tomorrow... after the divorce, marry him again.

Why cry about it?

"What’s wrong?" he asked in a low voice, his tone softening a bit, "Why are you crying?"

He suddenly became gentle.

Eva Nightingale felt as if she had returned to the past, how good Lucas Knight was to her back then!

In that moment.

It felt like it was Lucas Knight.

She didn’t know why, but she missed him so much.

The man in front of her, though he was the same, felt different to her.

When she looked up at him, she found her eyes were completely wet, unable to see anything clearly, what was happening, wasn’t her husband right in front of her?

"Husband, can we not get a divorce?"

She thought.

Maybe... she did love him a bit.

Perhaps, in his eyes, she was just a woman who admired vanity, maybe just a woman who lusted after the identity of the First Lady!

His expression wasn’t good, his dark eyes suddenly turning cold, as if another person within him was eroding him...

No, it couldn’t be...

He suddenly snapped back, his large hand hooking her chin: "Divorce. It must be done."

She was so attached to him, so attached to that man, it made him feel a surge of fury threatening to erupt.

Just how good was that man? Was he worth her attachment? What about him?

No.

He would ruthlessly remove that person from her memory, so she would never remember him ever again, never remember.