"Look, had enough." Alexander Kingsley withdrew his gaze.
He had a feeling that if he kept looking, the Crown Prince would gouge out his eyes!
"Hmm." Lucas Knight's voice was very cold. He took off his coat and wrapped it tightly around Eva Nightingale's ankle, and then held her closer, tightening his grip.
What is Alexander Kingsley looking at—
This is his woman, what business does Alexander Kingsley have getting involved?!
"Crown Prince, I wasn't looking at her, I was looking at you." After all, the Crown Prince should know, he likes him, in that way.
Alexander Kingsley joked, sort of.
Lucas Knight's thin lips parted slightly, his voice cold, "Admiral, you'll never straighten out in this lifetime."
"..." Alexander Kingsley replied, "What's wrong with staying bent!"
After all, at this moment looking at Lucas Knight's chiseled face, he felt a warmth inside. The Crown Prince's good looks, simply mesmerizing and addictive, the kind you want to keep seeing.
