"Exactly, Nate, we’ve all been through this, Grandpa’s been holding back for three years; how could he not be in a rush?" Watching Nathan’s eager steps, Evander also teased along, but who would’ve guessed Felix would shoot a cold look over, unable to retort his brother, he had no choice but to vent his dissatisfaction on Evander.
"You’ve been holding back for thirty years and I’ve never seen you in a rush!"
Evander...
Helplessly pursed his lips, "Nate, don’t joke about people like that."
"Evander, Felix is right; you’re thirty, it’s about ti to think about personal matters. I ran into Aunt the other day; she asked to persuade you to find a girlfriend soon."
With Titus Zane back, Nathan Moore’s mood improved a lot, rare as it was for him to say so much, he now seed as bright as the spring rain, his face often adorned with smiles.
When the subject of finding a woman was brought up, Evander’s playful deanor disappeared, as he tightened his tie, lowered his gaze, and mumbled to himself, "What’s so good about won, sweet-talking face to face and who knows what kind of betrayal they’ll pull off behind your back."
"Fourth Brother, what’s wrong with won? They can warm your bed and dim your fire."
Felix Shaw said with a smile, but Evander just cast a faint glance, "My body is strong; I don’t need a woman to warm my bed; as for dimming the fire, my trusty five fingers will do."
Felix Shaw and Nathan Moore exchanged a glance but said no more; over the years, for so reason, Evander just refused to find a woman.
Outside the banquet hall, Beatrice Hargrave tightly clutched Nicholas Croft’s collar, lifting her gaze to see the man’s tense jaw and still pursed lips; Beatrice felt utterly useless, even with so much resentnt, seeing him, she still had no immunity.
"Uncle Nicholas, please put down, I’m fine."
"How could you be fine? Your ankle is red!" Nicholas Croft looked down at Beatrice, his furrowed brows giving off an air of seriousness.
Beatrice lowered her gaze, saying, "I’m okay, just need a bit of rest at ho."
"No way, we’re going to the hospital for a check-up." Nicholas’s tone was indisputable, as he spoke, he already carried Beatrice into the elevator.
Once the elevator doors closed, Beatrice tugged at Nicholas’s collar, "Put down, there could be reporters outside."
Nicholas looked down at Beatrice, "What are you worried about?"
Faced with Nicholas’s slightly aningful gaze, Beatrice exhaled a long breath and turned her eyes elsewhere, "You’re my sister’s boyfriend; if we’re caught on cara again with you holding ..."
"So what?" Nicholas interrupted her, not bothering to explain that he and Hannah had nothing going on.
Exhaling again, Beatrice said, "Since you don’t care, I don’t either; we’re all about to debut, the more topics, the more attention we’ll get."
"Is that how you see it?" Nicholas looked at Beatrice with a half smile, seeing her blink innocently, "Did I say sothing wrong?"
"Do you want to be a star?" Shifting away from the previous topic, Nicholas suddenly asked, Beatrice nodded, "Yes, otherwise all my overseas studies would be for nothing."
"Sign with my company, I guarantee you’ll be famous within six months." Nicholas offered an olive branch; Beatrice turned her eyes, thinking it over, and said, "I don’t mind, but I doubt my father would agree."
Nicholas knew deep down soone like Beatrice, who already had thousands of fans before officially entering the entertainnt world as a contestant, Henry Hargrave wouldn’t likely let her go, much of Nicholas’s proposal was because she resembled Sophie Foster too much.
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