Chapter 416: Chapter 416

---Time rewinds to last night---

Harry North drove to Villa No. 8 to pick up Eva Nightingale for dinner at Nightfall Palace with the Crown Prince.

"Miss Nightingale, please get in the car." Harry said politely.

"Thank you." Eva lifted her skirt hem, bent down, and got in the car. They were really considerate—she hadn’t intended to go, but didn’t expect Harry would come to pick her up repeatedly.

It would be a waste to turn down their goodwill.

Top floor of Nightfall Palace, VIP supreme suite.

Harry led Eva inside, where a row of maids stood. Upon seeing Eva, they respectfully bowed, "Miss Nightingale, please enjoy your meal."

From the orders given above, Miss Nightingale was considered a major figure—especially being the woman of the President. Naturally, the maids were too afraid to slack off, treating her with utmost respect.

Eva walked over and took a seat.

She looked around the suite but didn’t see any sign of Lucas Knight, that renowned, handsome man who was also the President’s confidant.

"Harry, where’s the President?"

Eva thought she would dine with him. She didn’t know why, but she felt a strange familiarity with that man, and he had a mysterious allure that attracted women.

He didn’t need to do anything.

Just by standing there, he exuded a kingly aura, an air of abstinence, making him superior in an invisible way.

Eva had mingled in high circles and often attended banquets, but she’d never met a man with such charisma as him.

Moreover, he actually claimed that the baby in her belly was his!

The President sure knew how to joke; he was quite humorous.

"Miss Nightingale, the Crown Prince had to attend to official duties." Harry hesitated; in truth, the Crown Prince had gone to the Military District Hospital to treat his wounds and change his bandage, probably not returning tonight... Google seaʀᴄh NovєlFіre.net

However, he had instructed Harry to bring Eva over.

"Oh." She paused, realizing he must be quite busy, being the President after all... Well, they also called him the Crown Prince; both titles sounded nice!

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Military District Hospital.

Barrett Scott hurried in to accompany Lucas Knight, feeling a pang of sympathy—oh, Crown Prince! Too reckless, too wild!

Barrett couldn’t even bear to look at the wound on Lucas’s chest... Is it truly going to scar?

Barrett had heard some things... that the two stabbing wounds on the Crown Prince’s chest were from Eva Nightingale?

His IQ seems to drop when he falls in love, this isn’t the way to pamper one’s wife.

Barrett lit a cigar, sat to the side, and watched as Lucas, his forehead covered in sweat while having his bandage changed, said, "Crown Prince, how about we play with idioms or match couplets?"

Barrett had his best interest at heart, after all.

Despite Lucas being in pain, his face was drenched in sweat... yet he didn’t utter a word, which made Barrett’s heartache—The Crown Prince is so handsome!

Lucas remained silent.

Barrett wanted to distract him, to lift the Crown Prince’s spirits, so he gently said, "Here’s the first line."

"Taking a shower, checking the watch, enjoying each second as it passes."

"And the second line."

"Smoking, gazing at the sky, letting each day go by as it may."

Barrett didn’t want to say it like that, but it was all taught by Harry.

"..." Lucas’s eyes turned cold, a slight curl formed at the corner of his lips—these guys! Isn’t his injury grave enough that they want to make him laugh to the point where his wounds might split open?

Lucas kept a stern face, without a word.

Off to the side, the doctor couldn’t hold it in and burst into laughter...