She curled her lips into a slight smile, "Call me Eva Nightingale." Because they were divorced, she decided to call him Crown Prince in the future, a term slightly more distant than husband.
"My dear wife!" he suddenly leaned in, his cold breath enveloping her as he said, "Don't ignore me..."
He was just a little bit away from touching her.
Just a little bit, yet he didn't kiss her.
He commanded, "I can refrain from touching you and let you sleep alone. But you must stay obediently by my side." Not allowing her to leave, and definitely not allowing such a distant address.
"Really?"
"Yes. And then?" He didn't believe it. His handsome eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost!!
For some reason, being pinned down by him like this made her heart race.
"I'll go make you breakfast, Crown Prince, let me go!" Being held by him, she felt very uneasy.
