"Don't go, stay with me, sleep with me."
She felt like she was addicted to him, with no cure in sight. She wanted to distance herself, but found it counterproductive; just one glance at him would draw her in deeply.
Moreover, she was plagued with uncertainty.
"I'm not going anywhere, dear. Your husband won't leave." He had promised her that he'd come and go as she wished.
As long as she was happy.
He would do anything.
"My dear wife, your man is right here." His voice grew huskier, "When our baby is born, I'll be with you every day, take you traveling... on our honeymoon..."
As he spoke, he hurriedly and fervently kissed her cheek. He didn't know why, but he didn't dare kiss her lips directly... The more he loved, the more humble he became, afraid of being rejected.
Because the Lucas Knight she loved wasn't him...
On Eva Nightingale's cheek was a soft kiss.
"Crown Prince..." she called softly, unable to resist her emotions, and her body increasingly softened beneath him.
