After hanging up, her face was already streaked with tears.
She did a quick, simple tidy-up, then walked out just like that in the hotel's women's bathrobe.
*
The night was seductive.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Imperial Palace Bar, Emperor's private room; two rows of bodyguards stood at the door, one of them was Harry North.
Seeing Eva Nightingale arrive, he was extremely respectful: "Young Madam, we've been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in."
What Harry North meant was that Lucas Knight had been waiting for her a long time.
Eva Nightingale let out a breath…
She couldn't cry. Once she cried she'd feel sick, her stomach would twist, she'd want to throw up.
She wasn't wearing any makeup, just a pair of flip-flops, a women's bathrobe, long hair spilling down in disheveled waves, messy in a way that was strangely beautiful.
Like this, she looked pure and unworldly.
