Even though the driver's nerves were thick, he knew exactly what was going on in the back. He gripped the steering wheel, not daring to look back at the spring, light.
Since the music was turned up loud, the driver couldn't hear anything from the back.
He just desperately prayed: Mr. President, please keep it down a little so that my seat cushion doesn't shake. That would indeed be a blessing.
Who said the president, having not been close to women for three years, was bent, gay, frigid, with an abnormal sexual orientation? As facts proved, rumors are unreliable.
Rumors absolutely cannot be trusted, can they?
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Back seat of the car.
Eva Nightingale wasn't paying attention and was picked up by Lucas Knight and placed on his lap. He buried his head in her chest, kissing and taking off his coat to drape it over her shoulders.
His coat was large and long, covering Eva Nightingale completely.
"Mmm... Lucas... you're so naughty..."
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Arriving at the beauty salon.
