Chapter 1237 - 1233: I Want to Have Lots of Children with You

Eva Miller had been in low spirits for several days in a row, so Luke Land specially put aside his work to stay with her.

"How about we go to France in a few days? Just treat it as... a honeymoon trip?"

It was a bit late, but this was something he had always wanted to make up for. Back then, he and Eva Miller had married in such a rush, they hadn’t even had a wedding, let alone a honeymoon.

"I... don’t want to go."

"But I want to go." He didn’t think too much before making the decision, and in the end, Eva could only resign herself and get on the plane with him.

He had once looked forward to this honeymoon for a long time as well, but in the end it had just fizzled out.

The plane landed at the airport in France a little after eight in the evening.

A dedicated driver came to pick them up and take them to the hotel. A waiter led them to the presidential suite. After taking a shower, Eva lay on the bed looking a bit tired, idly flipping through a magazine.

As soon as Luke Land came out of the bathroom and saw the way Eva was lying, he couldn’t help but frown slightly.

She was lying on her back on the bed, holding the magazine up over her head. He walked over, reached out and took the magazine from her, then gave her hand a tug. With a light pull, he lifted her up from the bed.

"You don’t want your eyes anymore?"

Eva pouted. The tone Luke used was practically like an adult scolding a child. In front of him, she felt her position really was becoming more and more passive.

He poured a glass of red wine and handed it to her.

"You want to get me drunk again?" Eva shot him a glare. "Luke Land, you’re just thinking about taking advantage of me, aren’t you?"

"..."

He had only thought of red wine as an essential prop for flirting. To be honest, with how Eva was nowadays, even without alcohol, she was already pretty wild in that regard.

Even though she suspected Luke wanted to take advantage of her, because she had been in such a bad mood lately over that matter, having some alcohol to drive away her worries sounded even better. After thinking for a moment, she still took the goblet from his hand, tipped her head back, and poured that crimson liquid into her mouth.

Seeing her drink so aggressively, he felt a bit uneasy.

"Another glass." Eva handed the glass back to him. "No, better make it a whole bottle."

After she spoke, she simply climbed off the bed, picked up the bottle from the table, hugged it back onto the bed, and then twisted out the cork.

"Don’t drink so hard, okay?" Luke had just reached out, intending to snatch the bottle from her hand, when she tilted her wrist and dodged him.

"I want to drink!" Eva puckered her lips and stubbornly poured the whole bottle down her throat, then flicked her hand and threw the bottle onto the floor, where it shattered into a spray of glass.

"..."

Her eyes were a little unfocused as she lay quietly on the bed, raising her gaze to the crystal chandelier that radiated a warm glow.

Infertile, infertile, infertile.

Eva’s mind was filled with nothing but those four words. She really felt like she was being driven insane.

"I don’t believe it." She suddenly sat up from the bed and yanked Luke Land toward her. Caught off guard, Luke was pulled down onto the bed, and the bath towel wrapped around him was torn off by her as well.

"..."

Luke’s mouth twitched. She wanted to take the initiative?

"Luke Land, I want to have a baby. I want to have lots and lots of babies..."

"..."

"What do you mean by not talking? Are you agreeing or not?"

Eva didn’t know if she’d lost her mind. The Doctor had already told her she no longer had any chance of getting pregnant, but still... she insisted on choosing self-deception, just like always.