"Quick, chase her, she's just ahead!"
"Got it, got it, she can't escape!"
The journalists swarmed forward, racing in the direction of Eva Nightingale.
Eva was pregnant, carrying two little ones, she couldn't run, couldn't run at all!
But would she really be caught by those reporters like this?
No way...
She kept pushing forward.
She turned another corner, and suddenly, "bam," she collided into a solid, warm embrace.
A familiar male scent forcefully invaded her nostrils.
"Mmm." It was a familiar fragrance.
Panicked, she looked up abruptly, the President? The Crown Prince, why is it him again?
Lucas Knight wrapped his big arms around her, pulling this little woman into his embrace, gently stroking her.
The reporters had already caught up, still shouting, "Quick, we've got her, take the pictures fast!"
"Click, click."
