Edward took a gold coins from her hand and gently tossed it up. The gold coins were exactly falling into
the sacred cup, which looked easy to blow off.
"Wow -" Eva exclaimed. It seemed that the prince had something to do, no wonder he dared to come
out alone and walk around. "You can make a wish, your highness."
"Ed." He corrected.
She smiled and said, "well, Edward, you don't have to be too nervous since there's no outsider here."
then she said, "Edward, make your wishes quickly. The angel is waiting for you." She repeated.
He smiled and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and said perfunctorily, "it's
your turn." He then said.
She stunned and shook her head, "I don't have any wish."
"Really?" He raised his eyebrows and asked with some doubts, "if you want to be with someone you
like, have you ever made such a wish?"
"Is that your wish?" She asked.
He shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer. Perhaps he didn't want to say anything. If the person he
liked was not princess Daisy, people would gossip unreasonably. Eva realized that she had asked a
silly question. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
He smiled and looked as gentle as before. It seemed that he didn't mind it at all. "Does Miss Eva have
someone you like?" He asked softly.
"Yes." Eva nodded. "But I haven't seen him before, so I don't have much hope." While she was
speaking, another shadow floated in her mind like a ghost. She chose to ignore it, shook her head and
broke it. It was all her wishful thinking. She didn't want herself to fall too deep in love with him.
Edward stared at her instantly. There was a wonderful expression in his silvery green eyes, like the
colorful halo of the sea, dreamy and blurred. But this expression disappeared very soon, and there was
only incomprehensible darkness in his eyes. "Is it online love?" he asked He asked.
Eva knew that he misunderstood her. She didn't want to explain more, because she didn't know Nil's
relationship with her. People who didn't meet her would think that she had an online love affair.
With these thoughts in her mind, she suddenly remembered that she did have a wish, so she took out a
gold coin. She raised her arm and threw the gold coins into the cup.
"Not bad. A royal female bodyguard." Clapping Edward in praise.
Clarissa smiled slightly. Her fingers crossed on her chest, closed her eyes, and her expression was
very devout. She prayed that the angel would be able to fulfill her wish. She hoped that she would help
Nil and Lucas resolve the hatred in their hearts and stop fighting. No matter which of them was hurt,
she was in a lot of pain. She didn't want to be mixed with porridge on both sides of the bread, being in
a dilemma.
At this moment, a gust of breeze blew, the golden leaves of the sycamore tree fell one after another,
and a piece of them fell on Eva's head. Edward moved closer and removed the leaves from her hair.
Suddenly, several silver lights flashed from the back of the sycamore tree and Eva keenly sensed them
out of the corner of her eyes. She turned back suddenly and saw a black shadow flashing behind the
tree.
"Who are they?" Shouted Eva. The dark figure appeared immediately and ran towards the other side of
the square.
"It must be paparazzo. Wait here. I'll go get him." Not waiting for his reply, Eva hurriedly ran after them
like a tornado. Edward wanted to stop her, but she had disappeared from the crowd. He could do
nothing but shake his head helplessly. Then he went to the phoenix tree, leaned on the tree trunk and
waited for her. He didn't care about those groundless gossips or rumors about his love affairs at all, as
he was used to doing things as he wanted.
However, Eva followed the man closely until they arrived at the subway station. The paparazzi jumped
off the elevator. Looking down, Eva took out a silver dart and shot it at the paparazzi's legs and belly.
"Ouch!" The man wailed and fell off the elevator.
Eva rushed to him and grabbed him by the collar. "Tell me, who sent you to take these pictures?"
"Nothing No one. I just want to make the headlines. " The man pained to take out his credentials from
his pocket.
Eva took a look. He is a really paparazzi!
She let go of his hand and pulled out the SIM card from the camera. "If you dare to shoot without my
permission next time, the dart won't land on your legs." She warned him, leaving him alone, and went
into the elevator.
The paparazzi struggled to his feet and took out another memory card from his pocket stealthily.
Fortunately he was smart enough to change the card in time of escape, or he wouldn't be able to face
the mercenary.
After a while, Eva arrived at the square and handed the memory card to Edward. With a slight
movement of her two fingers, he broke the card into two parts and threw it into the trash can.
"I think it's not so bad to have a bodyguard by my side." He smiled charmingly.
"Of course." Eva raised her eyebrows smugly. She had thought that she had done a good job, but she
didn't expect that she and Edward would be on the front page of the national magazine the next
morning.
"Prince Edward never forgot his dissolute nature. He still flirted with beautiful women during his visit!"
Oh my God, they had taken such a clear picture of her. The shooting angle was so ambiguous. Mud
was splashed all over her body!
He intended to make her the enemy of the public?
She dared not to seduce the future king no matter how bold she was. If she did so, she would be
cursed by all the citizens of H Country for hundreds of times.
Damn the paparazzi! He should have been dead yesterday!
She had to go to the palace right now to clarify to the queen and Princess Daisy.
She opened the door, but was stopped by a man.
When she raised her head, she saw a very gloomy face. With her brows twisted, her eyes were blazing
fire like a volcano.
He must have seen the scandal in the magazine.
However, she was in no mood to explain to him. It was more important to clear the misunderstanding to
the queen and the princess first.
"Lucas, I'm going to the palace. I'll tell you after I come back, okay?" She tried to push him away, but
unexpectedly, he grabbed her arm and threw her on the bed.
"Is this your so-called protection of important figure?" He looked her up and down angrily, and his
judgement was like two sharp arrows, penetrating her heart.
She had already been very upset, even very troubled, and had to face his cruel questioning. She
suddenly had a nameless resentment. "Who are you to me? Do I need to explain everything to you?"
A look of injury flew into his eyes, and his eyes turned red. "What kind of woman are you?"
"What kind of woman I am has nothing to do with you? I'm not your slave, not your servant. I have my
freedom and I have the right to interact with someone I like, not to be enslaved by someone like you!
Let me tell you, no matter how you block me or force me, I won't fall in love with you, and I won't give
my heart to you. I won't love you for my whole life. Even if you take me here from the queen, it will be in
vain. You are cold-blooded, cruel, selfish, hypocritical. I only hate you, but disgust! " Her nonstop
statement was like a bullet being fired in the silent air.
It seemed that he was hit in the vital part by those bullets. His handsome face gradually twisted, and
his beautiful eyebrows twisted into a straight line, and a strong pain slowly overflowed from his stout
appearance, drowning his whole face. He grabbed her shoulders and his eyes flashed a ferocious light.
His chest heaved heavily, and his breath was fast like an exploding balloon. "Do you have any feelings
for me?"
"No." His answer was clear and cold.
"Do you hate me so much?" His voice was trembling.
"I hate you very much, especially when you forced me. I really hate you, and I hate you so much." She
shouted, wild with rage and sadness.
His face was bloodless and pale like a piece of paper. His eyes were wide open and burning like fire,
which flushed all over his eyes. Suddenly he laughed, sad, bitter and desperate.
He rushed to the window and opened it. It was raining heavily outside. A gust of wild wind blew in, and
the rain drops blew in, wet his clothes and hair. But he didn't move, like a sculpture without a soul. The
wind grew stronger and his wide windbreaker was bulging, like the wings of a bird. The raindrops fell
down from his hair and his clothes along his face.
Her heart began to quiver, and the cold wind also calmed her hot head down. She began to regret her
words that were against her will, but the stubbornness in her heart made her reluctant to apologize.
Time passed by in a deathly stillness. He stood there silently, without turning his head to look at her.
She bit her lips and was unwilling to speak first.
The rain gradually stopped, and the sky was still overcast.
His shoulder shivered slightly, and his hoarse voice reflected through the glass, "you can go. I don't
need you here."
She seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt, and was shocked severely.
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