Chapter 392: Chapter 392

The President is inviting her to dinner and has sent someone to personally deliver a dress. It’s all too dramatic.

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Eva Nightingale, late to realization, pinched herself. It hurts, it’s not an illusion; this is all real.

That incredibly noble man is truly out of reach. She thought he had an unusual identity, but she never guessed he would be... the President.

She stood up, feeling her legs weak and unable to support her. Oh my, last night that man really... thinking about it, her cheeks flushed involuntarily.

She doesn’t know why, but he feels so familiar.

She feels a special attraction emanating from him, pulling her closer. Even last night, she vaguely remembers...

Later, it was as if she couldn’t control her body, she hugged him and her hands disobediently wrapped around his waist, holding him tighter and tighter. Oh, how embarrassing.

What happened last night...

When she thinks about it, her cheeks still feel warm. She shakes her head, trying not to think about it, and rushes into the bathroom.

After washing up, she sees in the mirror ambiguous kiss marks all over her neck and collarbone, some deep, some shallow.

The way he took from her last night.

She just can’t stand him, he’s too bad.

He’s the President, how can he casually sleep with women , and casually just give away his first time, it’s not coincidental but he just happened to give it to her.

Thinking this way, Eva Nightingale felt even guiltier.

She brought trouble upon the President, thinking of a phrase.

’So high, feels like life has reached its climax’.

’So high, feels like life has reached its peak’.

She even slept with the President, how amazing is she! Dare to ask if anyone is more awesome than her!

Eva Nightingale dawdled for a while.

Then, gleefully walked out of the bathroom and picked up that delicate box.

The box is black, looking high-end and classy. She opened it and inside was a set of water-red cocktail dress, the workmanship and fabric are all the best.

The dress is embedded with countless aqua-colored little gems, so exquisite.

The shoes are included in the box as well.

The shoes are crystal high heels, with just a tiny heel, not very high, looking really beautiful.

She wore them, whether it’s the underwear, shoes, or the dress... the fit is perfect, not off by a fraction.

Could it be too much of a coincidence?

Nightfall Palace, VIP luxury dining room.

A huge round table, covered with a vintage tablecloth, filled with many delicacies enough for dozens of people to gather around.

All meticulously cooked by Seven-star chefs of Nightfall Palace, and every dish beneficial to pregnant women.

"Mr. President, the person has been brought to you," said the respectful attendant.

At the table, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, Lucas Knight heard and turned his gaze towards the door, seeing a water-red cocktail dress.

The dress extends below the knee, revealing a section of fair ankle, she is wearing a pair of beautiful crystal high heels.

Hmm, truly beautiful.

Even her feet are so beautiful.

On those fair ankles, there are still traces he left; last night he kissed...

His lips curled lightly, then he shifted his gaze upwards, landing on her face, soft pink with a pair of eye-catching peach blossom eyes, enchanting.

"Come over." He extended his long arm, signaling her to come into his embrace.