"..." Her small face the size of a palm buried in his chest, he inadvertently squinted his narrow phoenix eyes, full of interest.
He hugged her last night, did nothing.
Just slept together so purely for the night.
Awoken by the most primal desire in the morning, he washed up and took a cold shower but still couldn't resolve that heat. In the end, he could only sit weakly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lighting a cigarette.
Seeing her sleep so soundly, he couldn't bear to wake her.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't mind a morning workout.
"Young Madam, Crown Prince, breakfast is ready." Came the respectful voice of the maid at the door.
Eva looked over: "Okay, got it."
…
At the dining table, Lucas Knight had reverted to his usual cold and restrained self, Eva didn't eat much, occasionally glancing at him.
After breakfast, he dressed neatly and headed to the Presidential Mansion.
