CHAPTER 399: CHAPTER 399: THE PRINCE FROM 12 YEARS AGO (PART 3)

And that stranger man, well, not quite a stranger, right? They just slept together last night, and he’s the President, picking out fish bones for her...

He personally picked out the fish bones for her...

"Olivia, quickly try it, how did I do?" Carla Carr couldn’t wait because this was really the first time she cooked noodles for Eva Nightingale.

Excited.

So excited inside.

After finishing this bowl of noodles, she could go drink a bit and then take a nap.

Wake up, and if Alexander Kingsley still doesn’t call her, she’ll go to the First Special District, take the main line there, and call him.

Don’t know why...

This time she felt a bit uneasy, her heart jumping erratically.

Eva Nightingale took a bite, to be honest, the cooking wasn’t great! But she didn’t mind too much, she at least finished the noodles because she had already eaten before coming, so she didn’t drink the soup as she was too full.

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Afterwards.

Carla Carr started drinking, and halfway through, she started rambling, "Olivia oh, my master hasn’t called me."

Master?

Eva Nightingale was puzzled, "Who’s your master?" What era is this, having a master and calling them so affectionately, does she want a romantic relationship with a master-apprentice dynamic?

"Boohoo..." Carla Carr, half-drunk, feeling miserable, Alexander Kingsley used to hold her to sleep, even gave her a nickname "Little Rascal," she didn’t like it at first, but now she dearly missed it, missed him calling her that.

Missed him calling her...

Since Alexander Kingsley appeared in her life, all her bad luck disappeared. Indeed, Alexander helped her solve everything...

Even Albert Kingsley, that scoundrel, was sent by Alexander to Africa.

It’s been about a month since she’s seen Albert Kingsley, for her sake, Alexander wouldn’t even spare his own nephew...

Sigh.

He’s so good to her.

So much that now she’s unaccustomed to him being ’on a business trip,’ what’s going on with her.

"Boohoo, Alexander Kingsley, when will he come back."

Carla Carr is straightforward, always says whatever comes to her mind, but she’s not weak on the surface, she’s strong, rarely cries in front of Eva Nightingale.

Alexander Kingsley? Admiral!

Eva Nightingale took a sip of Wahaha.

Then touched Carla Carr’s forehead, "No fever, what are you crying for! Admiral and you... well, well, this Olivia agrees, if you like the Admiral, then go for it."

Carla Carr knew Eva Nightingale’s mind was temporarily a bit messed up, selectively forgetting some things.

So Carla Carr felt a bit hurt inside, and couldn’t clearly explain to Olivia.

Olivia even forgot her own husband!

Even forgot the President, the Crown Prince!

It’s been just a few days, not even half a month... Carla Carr stayed in the First Special District and didn’t expect so much to happen.

But it’s good that Olivia’s belly is fine.

An entire afternoon passed in such a haze.

Pregnant Eva Nightingale just felt sleepy.

Both of them in the room, lying on the same big bed, Eva Nightingale sleepily drifted off, and Carla Carr, taking advantage of Eva’s sleep, left the room and went downstairs.

Hmm.

The door was locked, the key hidden by Olivia, to get out, should she climb the window?

Alexander Kingsley taught her so many skills, climbing windows or crawling through dog holes, it was completely manageable.

And so.

She left with a heavy scent of alcohol, staggered, and disappeared...