Chapter 1321: Chapter 1320: Another Side of Lucas Knight
Lucas Knight: "Hmm?"
Douglas Grant: "Isn’t she the mommy of Ivy and Lily?" He couldn’t believe he’d be mistaken, it was impossible.
In the past, Eva Nightingale had interactions with Douglas Grant, when the Clan Nightingale and the Clan Grant still had collaborations. Even if the relationship wasn’t that close, he was certain he wouldn’t be mistaken.
"You also believe, she’s Lily’s mommy, hmm?" Lucas Knight curled his lips, casting a wicked glance at this brother, "She..."
"She definitely is." Douglas Grant chuckled, confidently looking at Eva Nightingale, "She really looks exactly like before. I think, I wouldn’t be wrong."
"Back then... when it happened, we all thought she was gone, but unexpectedly..." Douglas Grant spoke freely. It’s been three years. He heard about his flash marriage a few days ago, Douglas Grant was curious, but ultimately had not seen Eva Nightingale.
Until today, he saw...
Eva Nightingale: "!!!"
The two men seemed unaware of Eva Nightingale’s changing expression, engaging in direct conversation.
Douglas Grant’s words had crashed into Lucas Knight’s mind, making his head pound with pain. He knew for a long time she was... she was, but after spending this time together, the little woman hadn’t reacted to him at all. She didn’t recognize him.
Douglas Grant: "Miss Nightingale, how have you been!" He suddenly raised his gaze, looking at Eva Nightingale.
"Hmm~" She smiled awkwardly. Turns out President Grant also knows her, which means, in Eastern Europe, Eliana Beckett had been deceiving her all along.
Deceiving her... deceiving her.
...
This night didn’t end early.
Eva Nightingale didn’t know when she fell asleep, initially slumped on the private room sofa, but then Lucas Knight held her in his arms.
He held her all night.
The sky was subtly getting lighter, it was already around six in the morning.
The private room had only two people, quiet and still.
"Eva Nightingale!" He rubbed his chin against her, "Two months have passed. We have ten months left."
Her sleep was shallow. With what he said, she stirred. She seemed to hear him say faintly: "Eva Nightingale, do you still remember me?"
He shed his usual noble demeanor, exuding a restrained air, his profile handsome and deep, eyes fixed on her: "You must still remember me, but... you don’t want to acknowledge me, do you?"
They all said he was sick, that once he got better, he would lose some memories. But what about her? After three years, how could she be so cruel, abandoning little Lily and little Ivy, even him!!
She abandoned him...
Abandoned him...
Three years.
He felt nothing for any woman, even thought he might be impotent.
Until he met her, he realized, it wasn’t that he had no response, it depended on the person. As long as he saw her, he’d feel uncomfortable.
In her dreams, she felt she kept hearing the words "Eva Nightingale do you remember me," that voice low and pleasant, undoubtedly the nicest voice she had ever heard, like a cello, soothing the heart, rippling like gentle waves.
Perhaps after sleeping for a few hours, she wasn’t as tired, stirred, then opened her eyes, lifted her head, looking at him: "???"
The man hugged her tighter, continued talking: "Eva Nightingale... do you remember me?"
She just then realized, a strong and overpowering red wine aroma drifted confidently into her nostrils.
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