"Are you trying to kick your husband out?"
"Eva, aren't we supposed to sleep together?"
"Sleep your damn big-headed ghost!" Eva Nightingale grabbed whatever was at hand and hurled it straight at Liam Coldwell.
He didn't even dodge. Getting hit didn't hurt anyway, and even if it did, he still wouldn't move.
"Alright, go to sleep. I won't tease you anymore. Good night." Liam Coldwell looked at her. "It's going to rain tonight, the air's damp and a bit chilly, remember to pull the covers up. If you miss me… you can call me anytime to come warm your bed!"
Subordinates: "!!!"
Mr. President, where is your shame~?
But this isn't how I hit on girls, right? Shouldn't I be a bit more proactive, like a lot more proactive?
"What are you looking at? All of you, out." Liam Coldwell snapped coldly, and the few guards shrank back and tactfully retreated at once.
