CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER 333: MARRY ME (4)

"Hey? What are you doing?"

She thought they’d never intersect again, that they’d part on good terms, but who could tell her why this man kept haunting her?

"Doing what?" Ha, woman, you’re carrying his heir, and you’re asking what he’s here for?

Did she really think she could run somewhere with her two little dumplings? Could she hide anywhere?

"Ah, what exactly do you want!"

He placed her in the car again, fastened her seatbelt, then his cold lips kissed her without a word.

"Mm!"

His large hand held her face, trapping her, forcing her to obediently endure his domineering kiss.

"Baby, still feel something, hmm?" Clearly she felt something, why did she have to be so tough?

Tough with him?

What could he do?

Just kiss!

Then just kiss, kiss hard!

She still wants to be tough? Once the little dumplings come out, just do those adult things on the bed with all her might! Just pamper, pamper her desperately!

"..." Eva Nightingale bit her lips, silent.

Just like that, staring at him.

She didn’t know why, but she increasingly found he had changed! The whole person, except for the appearance, had completely changed his temperament and character, different from before; even his way of kissing her was different!

And now, he’s entirely a rogue, there’s even a handgun in the car, he looks just like a military thug, completely unreasonable!

How come she hadn’t noticed he was that kind of person before.

While she was dazed.

His cold breath closed in again, he hovered above her, word by word: "Woman, marry me."

"...Hm?" Is he mentally ill? One moment he’s fierce to her, another moment like this, is it fun?

"Marry me."

"What, you don’t want to?"

"Of course not!" She was angry, truly afraid he would change his mind the next second, then follow her to the Nightingale Family, and infuriate the old grandma.

Because dad was gone...

The old grandma was really in a bad mood, an old person over eighty years old, really pitiful!

Listening to her words, his face darkened a bit. Well, it didn’t matter, he had ways to make her willing to marry him.

He must be better than that person, take this woman over, no, she originally belonged to him!

Thinking about it, when she said she didn’t want to.

His face became even colder!

Alright, she liked that person so much, slept a bit then got the certificate with him, and himself? So good to her, she still didn’t want to!

Is it... because he hasn’t slept with her yet?

Thinking that way, he felt his body heat up, looked down, scanned her body, his Adam’s apple moved twice, so hot.

She looks so sweet!

He couldn’t wait!

But, pregnant, gotta wait ten months! Does he have to wait ten months before he can... sleep with her?

Good, as long as he can have her.

He’s willing to.

Who let her be his Olivia?

"Be good, give me a kiss."

His tone suddenly lost the previous coldness, the whole person without that intense murderous intent.

This kind of him, seemed to captivate Eva Nightingale’s soul.

She seemed enchanted, holding his neck, kissed his lips, then softly said: "Husband."

He’s still the husband who loves and cherishes her, right?

"Mm, I want more." He naturally hugged her back, his tone cool and magnetic, so pleasant that even the ears seemed to get pregnant.

As soon as he finished speaking.

He felt a soft sensation again on his lips, mm, little thing, the taste is damn sweet!