Though the boss didn't say it, Harry North knew he meant to imprison Eva Nightingale once more. At that moment, looking at him incredibly angry, it seemed she wouldn't be treated any better than on the island.
*
In the heart of the city, in the affluent district where every inch of land is precious, a uniquely European-styled living room stretched wide, with Eva Nightingale sitting on the sofa.
Today is the third day. She's figured it out; she doesn't intend to be with him. Today is the day he returns from his business trip to City B and also the day she might return to Eastern Europe.
He had promised her in advance, she thought, surely he wouldn't go back on it.
"Crown Prince, you've returned." The maid's voice interrupted Eva's thoughts. She lifted her gaze, seeing a tall and slender figure in the doorway.
Even through the air, she felt his body exude a chill, like an ice block.
