He got up, like performing a magic trick, pulled out a pen, then took a slip of paper from the table, and wrote down three rules:
Lucas Knight's money belongs to Eva Nightingale
Lucas Knight's person belongs to Eva Nightingale
Lucas Knight's heart belongs to Eva Nightingale
It's still the same handwriting as before, flamboyant and cursive, making people's heads spin.
After writing, he tossed the note into Eva Nightingale's hands.
She glanced at it listlessly for a couple of seconds, flamboyant and cursive, could she say she didn't understand it?
She chuckled, then said, "Sir... I think we're being too rash!"
Take it slow?
"What's wrong?" His face suddenly darkened, then eyed her coldly and sharply, slightly opening his thin lips, "Woman, where are we being rash!"
This isn't rash at all; he's the father of the child in her belly, she's carrying his heir, and now she dares to say it's rash? Hmm?
Little thing.
