"Now you have nothing to say?" Eva Miller curled her lips, "Miss Hughes, since you have this thought, I can’t let you stay at my house. Please leave."
To be honest, Luke Land really liked her in this moment, liked her wildness, liked her possessiveness over him, ...
Emma Hughes cast a pleading glance toward Luke Land. He glanced at her and then spoke indifferently, "Miss Hughes, whether or not I have slept with you before, I’m asking you to leave now. My heart and my body belong to my wife, so..."
He didn’t continue speaking, while Eva Miller muttered to herself, ’My heart and my body belong to my wife?’ After sleeping with so many women, he still dares to say such things, truly shameless, Eva thought to herself.
But she simply found Emma Hughes an eyesore. If Luke Land could finally drive Emma Hughes away, then whatever he said would be fine.
"I’ll give you one minute to consider. If you’re willing to leave now on your own, I’ll ask the driver to take you. If you’re not willing..." He paused for a second, "I’ll ask someone to throw you out. You decide."
Luke Land’s words were clear, and he definitely meant them. Emma Hughes bit her lip, weighed her options for a few seconds, then stood up angrily from beside Luke and left.
"Really annoying." Eva Miller pursed her lips, openly showing her disgust for Emma Hughes.
"You hate that I sleep around with others?"
"Of course I hate..." Eva quickly stopped herself, realizing... maybe she misspoke. Before, whenever in front of him, regardless of how many women he had, she always pretended not to care. But now, whenever he just stood with another woman, she would start to feel jealous?
Eva, what’s wrong with you? She couldn’t help but ask herself inwardly.
"You do hate me being that way, don’t you?" He stubbornly wanted to hear an answer from her lips, wanted to see that she cared for him, possessed him...
"Oh, Luke Land, don’t overthink it, do whatever you like, it has nothing to do with me." Feeling a bit flustered, a voice seemed to whisper to her, Eva, admit it, it doesn’t matter, you really don’t like seeing him doing those things with other women. But another voice said, why bother, he can do whatever he wants, after all... you don’t like him anyway.
"Master, what’s wrong?" Just as Eva was deep in thought, the nearby butler suddenly exclaimed, bringing Eva back to reality. She saw Luke Land sitting in the wheelchair, clutching his chest, head lowered, face full of pain.
"What’s going on?" She felt a bit flustered, standing aside, watching him like that, unable to approach.
"Chest... hurts a lot." He furrowed his brows, letting out a slight sigh, "I don’t think I’ll live much longer."
"No way, Luke Land, don’t say that, you’re still so young, there’s no way you won’t live long!" Eva finally took a step forward, crouched beside him, then extended her small hand to cover his large one, holding it tightly.
He could feel the smooth and warm skin of her hand. He looked down at the woman crouched beside him, unable to resist a slight upward curl of his lips.
"If I die, would you cry for me?"