"Does this... make sense to you?"
His coarse fingertips slowly traced the woman's fair skin, causing her to blush—her skin truly bore the color of genuine emotion.
"No, you've had too much to drink!"
"I haven't drunk too much..."
"You really have!"
"I used to treat you like this, was that also because I drank too much?"
Eliana: "..."
He curled his lips, his eyes deep and shimmering, his sensual lips pressed against hers and kissed her—reluctantly breaking away, he said seriously, "Give me an identity, so I can openly care for you... and... Eva Nightingale."
Yes, he desperately needed an identity to care for the mother and daughter!
If it wasn't for that accident back then and his insightful action to secretly have Assistant No.2 conduct a paternity test, how long did Eliana plan to keep this from him?
Eliana: "..."
"Would that be alright? Eliana, please give me an identity to care for you openly... intoxicatingly rather than secretly..."
His voice was deep and hoarse.
