CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: SECOND ENCOUNTER WITH ALEXANDER KINGSLEY

"..." Carla was taken aback.

As expected of the Admiral, finding out her identity was indeed a piece of cake.

To be honest, this Admiral was quite handsome. Carla was a fangirl; she and Eva Nightingale were cut from the same cloth—ultimate face lovers.

However, Alexander Kingsley’s face was as cold as ice: "Carla, you throw yourself at a man, and can you even pounce on a woman?"

"You!" How could this man say that? Yet, Alexander uttered another sentence that made Carla fume:

"Into both men and women? Do you think I’m interested in you?"

Alexander had long seen through Carla’s intentions of throwing herself at him, but, unfortunately, her skills were lacking. Though he kissed her and grabbed her chest that day, he had to admit, this wild cat indeed had charm and stirred a response within him.

It’s just that Alexander could still restrain himself.

The Crown Prince, for a person with such great self-control, how did he end up losing his ground and let someone take away his golden virgin status of over twenty years?

In all the years of knowing him, it was the first time Alexander saw Lucas Knight become unlike himself.

Speaking of which, back at the assassin training base in Bali Island, he was subjected to the strongest aphrodisiac and locked in the beast cage.

The beast cage was currently the base’s most brutal form of torture.

Those who entered mostly couldn’t endure it, but the Crown Prince made it through unharmed.

So, what kind of allure does this woman who always breaks exceptions have?

Alexander paused for a moment, looked at Carla: "Whenever you finish cleaning these toilets, that’s when you can go back."

"No way." Carla decided to go all out.

Without washing her hands, she cupped Alexander’s face and leaned in for a kiss.

But he was too tall, and even on tiptoe, Carla could only kiss his neck.

The sexy Adam’s apple was gently bitten by her, and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, heating him up inexplicably!

Alexander’s face was dark as could be.

I like men.

I like the Imperial Crown Prince.

I like men, I like the Crown Prince!

"Don’t seduce me."

"Oh dear." Carla chuckled, "Admiral, you grabbed and kissed me yourself the other day, why don’t you dare to continue now? Are you gay?"

Carla absolutely didn’t believe it. Even if he was gay, she was determined to straighten him out.

Right.

Gay...a gay man?

Carla’s pupils dilated; she seemed to have discovered an unspeakable secret?

Damn, when Alexander kissed her that day, did he really not react?

Did he have that urge for her, that most primitive impulse, innate and self-taught without a teacher?

Thinking of this.

Carla shifted her gaze downward, wanting to see if he actually reacted...

The man’s body was great, perfect.

Carla suddenly grabbed Alexander by the waist: "Admiral, are you hard?"

Alexander’s face turned dark, as he pulled out the revolver from his waist: "The gun is certainly hard."

Carla was mortified.

She withdrew her arm, oh, just a mishap, purely a mishap, that thing shouldn’t have been at the waist, uh, it’s all because she was too impatient, ahem.

She took a deep breath and reached toward the man’s lower abdomen, thinking, this time she must grab his thing, damn, it’s just a man, she doesn’t believe he’s that hard to handle.

At the same time.

Alexander chopped a hand on the back of Carla’s neck, and before she could grab what she intended, she was mercilessly knocked out by the man!

Alexander held her and walked out of the Summer Palace..