"Hmm," Nathan Moore responded softly, sipping his red wine and lazily reclining on the sofa, lost in his thoughts.
Placing the red wine on the coffee table before him, Nicholas Croft said, "Nathan, was I too cold-blooded three years ago when Sophie Foster caused such a big ss, I actually..." He cruelly thought about letting her learn a lesson.
Nathan Moore raised his eyebrows, looking at the wine in his hand, about to speak when the door to the private room was knocked from outside.
With a push, Beatrice Hargrave’s figure stood in the doorway, a snow-colored knit sweater paired with jeans, her long hair tied in a ponytail, perhaps because she was eting soone important, she had applied light makeup.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
It was uncertain if the night made people hallucinate or if the lighting in the private room was too dim, but staring at the girl standing under the spotlight, Nicholas Croft was montarily dazed, as if it were a stage where the girl with heavy makeup stood boldly singing rock music...
"Ahem," Nathan Moore lightly coughed twice, bringing Nicholas Croft back to reality, seeing Beatrice Hargrave’s clear, untouched smile, he couldn’t help but mock himself, thinking how could this clean smile of Beatrice be his mischievous little Sophie.
Standing up and spreading his arms with a smile, he said, "Co in, a beautiful girl always has the reason for making soone wait."
"Haha... You really know how to talk." Beatrice walked in, her open deanor reflecting genuine youthfulness, completely unpretentious, and upon seeing Nathan Moore curiously asked, "Who is this gentleman?"
"Director Croft, my friend."
...
While Nicholas Croft and Sophie Foster conversed, Nathan Moore slightly darkened his eyes, continuously observing Beatrice Hargrave’s every move. This girl, besides having the exact sa face as Sophie Foster, had behavior and conversation completely unlike Sophie, the grace and politeness signaling good education, just...
How could there be two girls in this world with exactly the sa appearance, and identical height and age?
Actually, on the day of Henry Hargrave’s daughter’s hosting at the drinks party, Nathan Moore already felt suspicious, so when Beatrice Hargrave left Nicholas Croft asked him, whether Beatrice Hargrave was Sophie Foster, he didn’t share his opinion but instead asked back, "What do you think?"
"I don’t know," Nicholas Croft frowned and shook his head, a mature man at this mont was entangled, a voice within him suggested she was his little Sophie, yet another voice denied it...
"Then follow your heart," Nathan Moore said, suddenly Nicholas Croft raised his head and ca over, asking, "What do you an?"
Nathan Moore pointed with his distinct fingers, indicating his chest area, "Sotis, this place sees people more accurately than the eyes do!"
"You’re saying!" Nicholas Croft’s eyes suddenly brightened, filled with hope.
"I didn’t say anything," Nathan Moore arrogantly withdrew his glance, finished the last bit of wine in his glass, and stood up, "I need to rest, I have to catch a flight early tomorrow morning."
Not forgetting to remind him as he approached the private room door, "If you like her, go after her, don’t wait and regret missing the chance."
Nicholas Croft playfully raised an eyebrow, "Are you teaching from experience?"
Nathan Moore leaned against the door fra, glancing back indifferently, "Think whatever you want."
After Nathan Moore left, Nicholas Croft leaned back into the sofa, resting his chin, furrowing his brows deep in thought. Nathan said, seeing soone with the heart is more accurate than with eyes. Although he knew Beatrice couldn’t be Sophie Foster, he couldn’t help being irresistibly drawn to her.
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