Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 1174 - 1171: Don’t Let Anyone Bully You and Shame Me!

"I’m serious, on our honeymoon trip to the Marwell Islands, I ran into that woman, and she looks exactly like that little bitch Eva Nightingale.""At that time, I went to settle scores with her but ended up getting beaten instead! Mom, the doctor said my face is inflamed, and I barely managed to get an anti-inflammatory injection for disinfection. Look, my face hasn’t healed yet. How could I possibly lie to you?"

Faced with Isabelle Coldwell’s words, Violet Hargrove couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows and said maliciously, "That little bitch, I was sure she wouldn’t die so easily back then. Didn’t expect that she really didn’t die. She’s been hiding for three years; there must be a super big boss behind the scenes! Otherwise, she might have been exposed long ago!"

"Exactly! Must have been kept by some old man, being someone else’s mistress—how shameless of her." Isabelle Coldwell cursed, "Mom, you must avenge me. Otherwise, I won’t be at peace marrying into the Morgan Family as the Young Madam."

"Don’t worry, mommy will take care of that slut for you, get rid of her once and for all, so she can’t make any more waves."

...

---Time rewinds to the previous day---

Marwell Islands, where the sky meets the sea.

Eva Nightingale was still in the café when a waiter approached politely, "Madam, the Boss is requesting your presence."

"Hmm?" Boss?

This subordinate who called her Madam was unfamiliar; she seemed a stranger to Eva.

Seeing Eva hesitate, the server spoke again, "Our Boss Mr. Knight is inviting the Young Madam." Being so explicit, Eva finally understood!

"Let’s go."

Second floor.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows sat a familiar figure. The man wore a grey-and-black striped robe, sitting there with an overwhelming aura.

"Young Madam, we’ll take our leave." The waiter politely exited, and Eva curved her lips into a smile, walking towards the man and sitting opposite him.

"Are you alright?" Lucas Knight spoke, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I’m fine... really!"

It’s just a contract marriage, does he really need to care so much? Is the big Boss perhaps acting a bit too convincingly? If this continues, she won’t be able to forget his kindness, then by the time the contract expires, who knows if they can part peacefully as planned?

She thought that she might find it hard to adjust then.

"Is everything alright?" He extended his long arm, "Come here."

Hearing that, Eva obediently went over.

Being pulled by his large hand, sitting by his side, he turned to scrutinize her closely before finally exhaling with relief, "Good, you’re okay." He wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her.

"You’re my Young Madam, to be the mother of my heir, your body absolutely cannot have anything wrong." He commanded, "Don’t let anyone bully you outside! If you’re wronged..."

He paused, embracing her slender waist, his thin lips near her ear, whispering, "If you suffer outside, come back and tell me. Your husband will back you up, got it?"

Being his woman, she ought not to be bullied, or it would be a disgrace to him!

Eva’s ears felt itchy and tingled.

Instantly reminded of how last night he fiercely ravished her, claiming her, each movement with such intensity seemed to express his deep love for her, as if he wanted to penetrate her heart, aligning closely with her.

"Lucas." Eva suddenly embraced his shoulders, her voice tinged with the huskiness of prelude to desire. The man returned the embrace, "This is a café, I’ll give it to you when we go back, okay?"

"Have some steak."

"I ordered it for you, medium rare."