Chapter 1429 - 1428: Scheming Him to Death, Often Dreaming of That Night’s Bloody Scene

Chapter 1429: Chapter 1428: Scheming Him to Death, Often Dreaming of That Night’s Bloody Scene

He stared at the woman for two seconds, and before he could look away, he saw Eva Nightingale, wrapped in the quilt, fall off the bed.

She wasn’t asleep...

She’d sensed him coming and had been pretending to sleep; with her eyes closed she could still feel his gaze, too cold and sharp, making her face prickle with discomfort!

Relying on a woman’s sixth sense, she kept feeling that he was staring right at her.

This morning when she got up, she’d already decided that when she slept with him that night, she’d sleep on the floor beside the bed.

By eleven-thirty he still wasn’t back; she thought he wouldn’t come home, but who knew—she’d just finished her shower and hadn’t been lying on the bed long when he actually showed up?

So, unable to bear his gaze, Eva Nightingale simply wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled right off the bed onto the floor...

The blue cicada-silk quilt was carved with vintage patterns; one look and you could tell she’d picked it out.

The weather in the Sovereign Capital was very mild and pleasant, and the cicada-silk quilt was on the thin side; she could wrap herself up in it alone, so she unceremoniously rolled herself up and tumbled down to the floor like that.

There was a soft "thud—".

Seeing her fall off the bed, he almost didn’t think, immediately got out of bed, quickly went to the bedside and scooped her up.

Eva Nightingale: "!!!"

Through the thick cicada-silk quilt, he just held her like that and put her back on the bed, only then letting out a breath.

He bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

Every line of his brows and eyes was etched with heartache.

Eva Nightingale: "..."

She’d planned it in advance, to roll down and sleep on the floor tonight; there was a thick carpet spread out on the ground, entirely top-tier handmade, luxurious to the extreme.

Sleeping on the carpet wasn’t the least bit aggrieving!

But why, why is it that the moment she fell down, she got picked up again...

Is it really that hard just to sleep on the floor?

Thinking that, she suddenly felt Lucas Knight lie down at her side, wrapping an arm around her through the quilt.

Because she was pretending to sleep, she could only keep pretending to the end!

The lights were dim, and he didn’t notice anything; he just quietly moved closer to her, then gently pressed her head into his arms and rubbed his chin against the fluffy crown of her hair.

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The next morning, when she woke up, he was still not in the bed; there wasn’t the slightest trace of him in the entire luxurious room.

Eva Nightingale was dumbfounded!

This cold war... wasn’t really a cold war.

Last night she’d rolled off the bed on purpose, and he’d immediately picked her up and put her back on the bed.

Then the night before that, had he also quietly held her like this?

With that question in her heart, Eva Nightingale once again toppled back onto the big bed, hugged the pillow he’d slept on, and tears slid down...

Dripping onto the pillow.

In the days that followed, she didn’t expose him.

On the third night, just like before, she took a shower and obediently lay in bed to sleep; she still pretended to be asleep... Every night she would discover that in the second half of the night Lucas Knight would stretch out his arms to hold her, burying her face against his chest.

Many nights, as she slept, Eva Nightingale would feel the tip of her nose sting and a chill spread through her chest.

She was basically sure now that the man held her every night; the man who seemed so incredibly cold to her in the daytime was giving her endless warmth at night.

The days just went on peacefully like this...

In the blink of an eye.

Two whole months had gone by.

Which also meant that in the days ahead, the two of them were getting closer and closer to the deadline of their divorce.

Ever since his confession that night had been rejected, Lucas Knight had never brought up their marriage again.

During this period, men like Liam Coldwell and Easton Shaoxi never appeared in Eva Nightingale’s line of sight again.

She’d thought that with things calm like this, Liam Coldwell had already let go.

She’d thought that night, when Easton Shaoxi fell in that pool of blood, he had... died.

Maybe because she felt guilty for having used him, she often dreamed of that bloody scene from that night.