Chapter 223: Chapter 223

"By the way, after saying so much, I have to admit to you, I... have been through everything with him."

Even though I had guessed they were together, hearing her say it was still a bit shocking. After all, Alexander Kingsley was famously known as not being into women!

It’s amazing that she could change him!

She must be quite something!

"Carla, wasn’t it painful the first time?"

"Yes, it was quite painful..." Carla Carr stuttered, "Olivia, I didn’t take any contraceptives..."

Eva Nightingale was just hearing this.

Then she saw a tall and imposing figure enter her field of vision, exuding a cold, chilling aura.

Lucas Knight said nothing, storming in and grabbing Eva Nightingale, heading directly for the door.

His handsome brow furrowed tightly, his deep, dark eyes like an unfathomable pool of ink.

This was a sign of him being angry, his whole body cold as ice.

Eva was completely terrified.

In all the time she’d known him, this was the coldest he’d ever been; this time was different from all the previous occasions...

His actions were forceful, hurting her skin. She winced in pain, wanting to ask what was wrong with him, but she only managed to utter one syllable before he abruptly interrupted her.

"Tell me, is it true that women can never be kept at home?"

He threw her onto the bed with force.

Before she could react, her jaw was tightly grabbed by him, with not a hint of tenderness or pity.

His voice was icy, close to her, so close that his cold breath all sprayed on her face:

"Eva! If I could, I’d really like to dig out your heart to take a good look at what color it is!"

This sudden coldness left her heart feeling chilly, the whole of her terrified by him.

She didn’t know what she had done wrong.

She was just chatting with Carla, halfway through the conversation she was abruptly dragged over by him, and inexplicably... treated like an enemy.

The grip on her jaw tightened even further, she felt as though her chin was about to shatter.

"What... is wrong with you?" With every bit of strength she had, she managed to spill out a few words, "You’re hurting me..."

At that moment, she just felt a wave of nausea in her heart; maybe her emotions were too turbulent...

His cold gaze fell on her tender red lips, full and seductive, perfect for kissing.

The hand gripping her jaw did not loosen, while his other hand somehow moved to the back of her head, holding it in place, pushing it forward.

He sealed her lips in an instant.

Strictly speaking, this wasn’t a kiss—it was a punishment, a bite... Within moments, her fragrant tongue had been bitten, the metallic taste of blood spreading between their lips.

Eva instinctively wanted to escape.

For some reason, she only felt a dull pain in her heart, her nose tingling, her eyes warm, sour, and blurry.

The man continued to brazenly bite her.

His large hand clutched her fluffy head, refusing to let go.

As the kiss progressed, his actions lightened slightly, paused for a few seconds, then fiercely seized her again, kissing her deeply as if afraid he’d miss the next moment, as if afraid she’d soon no longer belong to him.

"No..." She exerted all her strength, but only managed to utter one word; all the refusal left in her was swallowed down by him.

His rough finger pads tangled in her hair, imprisoning her, continuing to kiss... What began as a punishment, but the more he ’punished,’ the more his fury burned.

Inside his body, at some unknown point, a fire of desire had flared up.