"My voice?" What's so good about that! Eva Nightingale knew very well that he wasn't some clingy puppy.
He was a big wolf dog that eats its prey whole.
What was going on?
When something is unusual, it means trouble.
"Lucas Knight, what's the matter with you?"
"I'll come back in three days, and give you a real wedding... Eva, will you marry me?"
His eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, his voice hoarse yet pleasant, very serious and earnest, cold and wicked, dominant and forceful, arrogant beyond measure.
"Lucas Knight, are you crazy?"
The response turned out to be nothing but "Lucas Knight, are you crazy," making the man's handsome forehead in the phone darken into a line.
Holding the phone, he was serious and earnest: "Eva, I'm serious."
"I disagree! Lucas Knight, you initially told me not to fall for you, I agreed, I didn't fall for you, and I've been holding back, what's wrong? Have you fallen for me first now?"
Lucas Knight held the phone: "..."
He didn't answer.
