CHAPTER 378: CHAPTER 378: THE CROWN PRINCE HIMSELF ARRIVES (PART 7)

Even if Carla Carr caused any trouble, Alexander Kingsley would always stand up for her.

Sending Albert Kingsley to Africa for Carla Carr is a prime example.

But Carla Carr rolled up her sleeves and searched everywhere, not finding the man Eva Nightingale described.

It was a fruitless search!

When she returned to the ward, Carla Carr only then realized, Eva Nightingale was missing. Darn it, where did Olivia go?

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At the top university, next to the Butterfly Lovers Cafe, the corner shop.

"So high~ feels like life has reached a peak-chao."

"So high~ feels like life has reached a pinnacle."

Eva Nightingale was holding a bunch of spicy strips, humming a tune. Life with spicy strips is bloody awesome.

Lo, sorry, no man harassed me! I just wanted to eat spicy strips, afraid you wouldn’t let me, so I made up a lie to trick you.

Eva Nightingale munching on spicy strips, feeling so good!

Who knew that just passing by the flower shop, someone would call out: "Miss Nightingale."

Someone called her?

Eva Nightingale was surprised, turned around, and saw a woman in her forties—the flower shop proprietress.

The proprietress smiled and gossiped, "Miss Nightingale, how did that confession go last time? It should have been successful, right? If it was, you probably have a little baby now!"

Confession?

What confession?

Eva Nightingale had no idea what the proprietress was talking about. When did she confess to anyone?

Eva Nightingale couldn’t even be bothered to eat the spicy strips, threw them on the ground, and walked toward the flower shop with a smirk, "When did I ever confess?"

Joking, she thought. Eva Nightingale is so beautiful, why would she need to confess to a man? Aren’t all those stinky men scrambling to get near her?

The proprietress looked puzzled for a moment. Wasn’t it just a few days ago that Eva Nightingale came to her shop to buy flowers?

Roses, 99 of them.

And along with it, a confession letter. That was something the proprietress specially gave Eva to help her. The proprietress still remembered that the letter read: [To be honest, I’ve fallen for you. If you like me too, how about we get a room?]

The proprietress was once young too.

That day, she saw a flashy supercar parked by the street, and the man inside looked ridiculously handsome, with an extraordinary demeanor.

The proprietress had seen many people.

She could tell at a glance; that was surely a big boss, and he seemed interested in Miss Nightingale?

Plus, with Eva Nightingale buying flowers, the proprietress thought they were mutually attracted, so she helped her out.

Oh dear.

"Miss Nightingale, what on earth is your relationship with that guy from that day? Could it be that it didn’t work out?"

The proprietress was anxious.

"Miss Nightingale, that man seemed pretty decent, looks like someone you could rely on for life."

Eva Nightingale looked up and glanced at the road. She had no recollection of it. Ha, what man could it be?

She suddenly didn’t want to eat spicy strips anymore.

She felt like... eating carp.

She wanted to eat carp, but didn’t want to pick out bones.

She didn’t take the proprietress’ words to heart, thinking it was probably... just the proprietress making a joke, right?

Oh right.

Damn it.

Whose child was she pregnant with?

Carla Carr’s?

She remembered she only slept with Carla Carr.

Yes, that must be it, it must be Carla Carr’s baby, right? No, Carla Carr is so young; she should be the baby’s sister!

"Maybe I just got pregnant in my sleep?"

Just like that...

That’s what Eva Nightingale thought.