Chapter 1186: Chapter 1183: Hmm... Lucas, You’re So Naughty!
Even though the driver’s nerves were thick, he knew exactly what was going on in the back. He gripped the steering wheel, not daring to look back at the spring, light.
Since the music was turned up loud, the driver couldn’t hear anything from the back.
He just desperately prayed: Mr. President, please keep it down a little so that my seat cushion doesn’t shake. That would indeed be a blessing.
Who said the president, having not been close to women for three years, was bent, gay, frigid, with an abnormal sexual orientation? As facts proved, rumors are unreliable.
Rumors absolutely cannot be trusted, can they?
...
Back seat of the car.
Eva Nightingale wasn’t paying attention and was picked up by Lucas Knight and placed on his lap. He buried his head in her chest, kissing and taking off his coat to drape it over her shoulders.
His coat was large and long, covering Eva Nightingale completely.
"Mmm... Lucas... you’re so naughty..."
...
Arriving at the beauty salon.
The car stopped.
The driver unbuckled his seatbelt, turned off the music, and dashed out of the car. Oh wow! Finally freed, thank heavens, thank heavens!!!
Originally thinking the car was in the midst of hot and passionate entanglement, who would have thought that the next second Eva Nightingale got out of the car, humming a little tune, in a perfectly joyful mood.
"Young Madam..." The driver bent down, bewildered for a moment. Was the President truly so quick to finish? Seeing the Young Madam so lively and bouncy, she didn’t look at all like she’d been ravaged and cherished by a man, what happened... Could it be the Boss has premature- ejaculation?
"Yep, I’m going in now." Eva Nightingale was in high spirits, holding this season’s latest custom Chanel bag, as she walked into the beauty salon’s front desk wearing six-centimeter high heels.
The receptionist wasn’t stupid and, seeing a woman brought by a luxuriously understated Lincoln, knew the identity was extraordinary, so greeted her with a smile and was very respectful: "Miss, please come in."
...
Inside the luxurious extended Lincoln, the man’s eyes were frosted with emotion.
Just now, she rubbed back and forth on his lap, then ran away without taking responsibility.
The car had already arrived at the beauty salon, and he’d already had a reaction, his pants were... ahem, you know what I mean!!
His size is indescribable, in short, if he got out now, it would be obvious, so he had to remain in the car with the engine off...
There was no sign of calming down even after a long while.
Lucas Knight had no choice but to grab his coat and held it in front of himself, covering that indescribable thing, and walked towards the beauty salon with grace.
Thankfully, the coat covered the front, so nothing was visible.
"Your Excellency, Mr. President..." His subordinates greeted him politely as two rows of bodyguards escorted Lucas Knight into the VIP lounge of the beauty salon.
With a fire raging within him, he thought to himself, once that little woman finishes her spa, he’d fiercely deal with her right here.
A few hours later.
Eva Nightingale came out of the VIP room.
Today she wore a burgundy lace long dress, its close-fitting design showing off her figure to the fullest, with curves in all the right places, simply the perfect golden ratio.
No wonder that man couldn’t get enough of her...
"Wow, how fortunate! Mr. President waited personally for several hours, this is a blessing accumulated over several lifetimes!" A few receptionists whispered around the corner, "Yes, it’s so enviable..."
He stood tall at one meter ninety with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, unquestionably handsome in appearance, such a splendid and beautiful man was a target all women rushed towards everywhere.
"So the President isn’t gay after all! And he’s even more handsome than the rumors and on TV, with such a great body, definitely a man with visible abs!"
