Harry North: Haven't thought about it? Young Madam, if you miss the Crown Prince, just admit it, there's nothing wrong with that.
"Young Madam, shall I go attend to some things?"
"Mm, go ahead, go ahead," Eva Nightingale said.
Receiving permission, Harry nodded and left.
...
Lucas Knight returned at six o'clock.
For the first time, as soon as he got home, Eva pounced on him. In his mind, this was the first time this woman had been so clingy, incredibly clingy.
"Honey, I want hotpot tonight..."
Not only was she holding him, but her voice was also so soft and gentle, flawless.
Whenever this woman softened her tone slightly, his heart felt a warm pressure.
Instinctively, he reached out to wrap an arm around her waist, his voice gently hoarse as he replied, "Okay."
Lately, during their interactions, he often felt a headache, as if trying to remember something. Deep down, he felt that this woman was quite extraordinary to him. Seeing her felt like recovering a lost treasure.
