"You care about him... hmm?" He sat down, wrapping her head in his arms, his breath icy as it approached.
At such a close distance, it seemed that if her lips moved forward a little, they could touch his.
"No! I don't care about him!" That detestable man, Oriental Shaoxi, simply deserves to die.
Even if Lucas Knight hadn't killed him, she would have taken his life herself!
"Really don't care?"
"..." What did he mean? Eva Nightingale immediately got up, got out of bed, didn't even have time to put on her shoes, and stood there staring at him: "What do you mean... what do you mean I care about him... could it be, you want me to care about him?"
Her last sentence pierced his heart.
That night, in front of others, Lucas Knight didn't scold her, only comforted and cherished her.
But now, it seems completely changed?
"Lucas Knight..." She was just about to say something when he coldly shouted, "Shut up!"
Shut up.
She was so intimidated that she choked.
