"Ha." Eva Miller let out a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, "Luke Land, what are you looking at?"
Luke Land turned off his phone and tossed it aside. Although his actions were natural, a flicker of discomfort was clearly visible in his eyes.
"You’re watching A—V?" she snorted coldly, "As expected, you’re a man who can’t survive without sex, and your bed partners, your fantasies, could be any woman."
"..."
How unjust.
If she said he was watching A-V, weren’t the male and female leads him and Eva Miller? It was ’that time’ between him and her from half a month ago, okay? He just... captured it on video.
And what was she saying, that he was a man who couldn’t survive without sex? He had once been celibate for four or five years for her, hadn’t he managed?
And indeed, his bed partner and fantasy were only her.
Eva Miller looked at him with a bit of disdain, then turned and walked out of the hospital room.
If she had known the sound just now came from her, she definitely would have had the impulse to kill him or cripple him.
...
After staying in the hospital for another week, thanks to his repeated mentions, he finally gained the right to be discharged.
Sophie Smith and Asher Land both came to pick them up, but Eva Miller was puzzled as to why Sophie Smith and Asher Land hadn’t been around much recently.
After all, Luke Land was their second brother, so how could they be so indifferent? Eva Miller wondered secretly.
The truth was, Asher Land and Sophie Smith both knew Luke Land’s illness was faked, so they had no real concerns and weren’t going to disturb their little world.
When the car stopped in front of the plaza, the butler led a few maids out and walked up to Luke Land.
"Second Young Master, are you feeling better? It’s such a relief you’re back." The butler, having heard about Luke Land’s car accident, naturally had been worried.
Luke Land coughed awkwardly a few times, his sight inadvertently falling on Eva Miller standing beside him. He thought to himself that he still needed to pretend to be disabled, to feign memory loss...
"Who are you..." Luke Land looked at the butler in confusion.
"This, Second Young Master, you... you don’t remember me?" The butler was so shocked his jaw almost dropped.
Luke Land nodded naturally.
"Oh, butler, don’t mention it." Eva Miller quickly pulled the butler aside and whispered, "Luke Land had a car accident and suffered brain trauma. He’s lost his memory, can’t remember anything. From now on, we must take good care of him, make sure he doesn’t feel unbalanced, and certainly can’t let him feel inferior..."
Standing behind them, Luke Land heard her words clearly, unable to suppress a slight smile on his lips.
At dinner, Eva Miller didn’t eat much but kept serving food to Luke Land.
"Try this, see if it’s any good?" Eva Miller genuinely felt she had never been this gentle.
Luke Land put the food she served into his mouth and nodded, showing his approval.
"By the way, Little..."
Luke Land instinctively stopped the words he was about to say. He was about to call her ’Little Chili,’ but that nickname was special; if he used it, wouldn’t his cover be blown?
After a moment’s thought, he changed his wording, "Wife, were you always this gentle before?"
Wife?
Clearly, Eva Miller still hadn’t adapted to this term of address.