"Draft a contract, marry you, compensate you!" The man said as he kissed her delicate lips again.
Perhaps being single for too long, suddenly indulging in intimacy became uncontrollable.
This woman caught his eye, mainly because he instinctively didn't reject her, and quite enjoyed the feeling of interacting with her.
If she hadn't been crying and begging for mercy last night, he might have continued for another day!
Last night, he wasn't satisfied enough, and now he is restraining himself; he actually likes this woman.
The lingering kiss ended, and she almost suffocated.
**
Lucas Knight's personal assistant worked overnight to deal with the group of reporters from last night.
The photos and videos from last night were all deleted, not a single one leaked.
All has been handled properly.
Harry North respectfully walked into the presidential suite and reported respectfully:
"Crown Prince, everything from last night has been taken care of, this lady's scandal has been thoroughly cleaned up, rest assured!"
"Hmm."
Lucas Knight was already dressed neatly, exuding a natural aura of power, cold yet noble.
Eva Nightingale stood aside, looking at the bodyguards and the breathtakingly handsome man, unrivaled in his nobility!
Crown Prince?
Can someone tell her, is she still dreaming?
"Are you ready?" Lucas Knight, his thin lips parted slightly, "If you're ready, let's go to the civil affairs bureau and sort this out."
"Huh?" She replied lethargically.
The man showed no expression, his voice low: "We're getting married."
"..." Get married?
Eva Nightingale's pupils enlarged, MMP, did she really just like in a novel, have a one-night stand with a super big boss, and suddenly rise to power?
Ah, oops, mistake mistake, not sudden rise to power, but become a phoenix!
"Sir, are you sure you want to marry me?"
"Hmm. Not willing?"
"Willing, willing, willing!" Having been schemed against by Isabelle Nightingale mother and daughter, all those sons from the Empire's elite wouldn't dare marry her; she had been worried she wouldn't find a husband.
Her reputation had been long tarnished; with someone willing to marry her, the Nightingale Family's ancestral grave must be smoking!
Harry North: "..."
The bodyguards: "..."
Their lofty, aloof boss who never touched women, what did he just say?
Getting married?
Haha, there must be something wrong with their ears, Emperor Lucas said he would take responsibility, last night, the two...
Had something happened?
This damned woman, does she even know their boss's identity...
Eva Nightingale was reluctant to believe this was true; she walked over, grabbed Lucas Knight's hand, pulled him back into the room, and shut the door!
Everyone: "..."
Inside the room, Eva Nightingale chuckled awkwardly: "Well, sir, I was just a bit confused before... drank too much, so I provoked you!"
She didn't believe such an excellent man would be willing to be constrained by marriage so soon.
Furthermore, Eva Nightingale didn't believe such a great opportunity would fall into her lap.
"Don't want to marry me?" The man had already reverted to normal, cold and noble, emanating an aura of abstinence.
"You're so outstanding, do you really want to marry me?" She asked again.
"Hmm." The man replied, then asked her, "What's your name?"
Eva Nightingale looked up, meeting his eyes: "My name is Eva Nightingale."
"The night of stormy winds and rain, Eva Nightingale. The mountains have trees, trees have branches. Heart admires you yet you're unaware, Eva Nightingale!"
The moon emerges, bright and clear. A gracious beauty, elegant and alluring, hmm, a good name, not bad.