The doctor finished changing the dressing and didn't dare to stay a moment longer: "Mr. President, the dressing is done."
"Mm." Lucas Knight's thin lips parted gently as he donned a black robe and tied his tie.
"Where are we going for dinner later?" Barrett Scott put down his cigar and asked.
"Nightfall Palace."
The man's thin lips parted, his words so few as if afraid that every additional word would cost money.
*
Eva Nightingale was eating, but she had little appetite.
Recently, her morning sickness had become more severe.
Moreover, her tastes had changed rapidly; she craved both sour and spicy foods, feeling very uncomfortable.
The table was filled with delicious dishes, but she had no appetite. She was about to stop eating when the maid's voice reached her ear:
"Good evening, Mr. President!"
"Good evening, Master Scott!"
Hmm? Eva turned her head sideways, just in time to see a tall, upright figure... The man was wearing a top-made Versace robe.
