Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 973 - 970: Playing with Fire (Part 3)

But, is it true that even ducks are so handsome these days? Or are they bent?

Eva Nightingale continued, "You really are gay, huh~"

His body felt cool, which made her extremely comfortable, but... he showed no response, had no intention to help her at all. No, no, it wasn’t that he wouldn’t help her, but he couldn’t get hard. How could he help her!

"There’s something wrong with you, you’re hopeless—"

Her sarcastic words made his face turn icy. Although his face was frosty, there was no denying that his features were damned attractive.

Three years, time hadn’t left any traces on his face, but he had become more mature and steady. Moreover, his masculinity had become more intense, and his deep eyes were filled with unfathomable depth.

He felt his heart pounding nonstop from interacting with this "strange" woman.

Whenever a woman got slightly closer, he used to feel all sorts of discomfort. Tonight, he just wanted a tired soak in the bath, but ended up meeting this audacious, reckless woman?

"Who gave you the guts?"

He hooked her soft waist with one arm, not suggestively. His tone was scrutinizing, full of kingly aura:

"If I were to punish you, a thousand heads wouldn’t be enough..."

It’s one thing to say he had a problem, but then she went on to call him what?!

She had the nerve to call him a little puppy?

Where the hell did he resemble a little puppy?

He...

"Mm..." She leaned into him again, completely ignoring his anger. She was blinded by his handsomeness and simply said, "...help me."

"If you don’t help me, I’ll die—"

So he wasn’t gay, nor did he have any dysfunction. When he hooked her waist, she realized he wasn’t unaffected!

The night was deep, and the breeze gentle.

The air carried a faint scent of osmanthus, and she had her unique girlish fragrance.

Originally intending to hold her and throw her out, when he touched her skin, he realized his fingertips suddenly grew hot, fervent.

After leaving the Coldwell Family, Eva Nightingale wore a strapless dress, white like a wedding gown. She had torn off half of it before jumping into the water, and now her dress was entirely wet, making her fair skin vaguely visible under the thin fabric.

"Don’t provoke me." Suddenly, he let go of her, sensing an unusual feeling rising in his body. He knew his three-year self-restraint was collapsing; shameful, utterly shameful.

"Mm—"

As Eva Nightingale was released, her body weakened, and she fell into the pool.

Indeed, she was drugged, coupled with excessive alcohol consumption. Now immersed in water, she felt completely weak and soft.

She feared water, especially the sea.

For three years, the sea was the place she hated most.

Once on a cruise ship attending a banquet, a glance at the ocean made her pass out. She was always terrified of the sea.

The pool wasn’t deep, but... as Eva Nightingale fell, she couldn’t resurface.

Lucas Knight had already come out, feeling uneasy. He glanced back and realized she was no longer inside.

...

Eva Nightingale felt death approaching.

Since having memories, she had feared the sea.

Even though this was a small swimming pool, it terrified her now...

Her body felt soft, with not a bit of strength.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands hooked her from behind, and then lips full of masculine scent pressed against hers, breathing oxygen into her mouth.