"Stop crying, hmm?" He whispered in her ear.
"Don't cry, little woman, or my heart will ache, hmm?"
His eyes were tinged with cold fury.
Eva Nightingale pursed her red lips, pushed him away, and decided to ignore him.
Who knew, after taking two steps forward, she'd realize she couldn't move and had to lean against the wall.
"Be good, listen?" The man slightly curled his lips, walked over, and grabbed her with his large hand.
Her small hand fell into the man's palm.
"Don't run, you can't escape! Hmm?" He lowered his gaze, and his deep eyes were a vivid crimson.
"..." Eva was warmed by his embrace!
Because Eva lacked strength, she could only obediently nestle in his arms. She had to admit, lying in his embrace now felt truly warm.
*
Restaurant.
A group of people respectfully announced, "Mr. President, Miss Eva Nightingale, please take your seats."
