Took out the phone and edited a WeChat ssage,
Nicholas, I want to ask how to quickly get rid of marks on the neck, please help!
Leaning on the bed, Beatrice Hargrave’s lips curved with mischief, after sending it, she thought for a mont and added another ssage.
Hope you reply quickly, or else if my sister finds out, I can’t explain it away. She attached two crying emojis at the end.
In the extended version of the luxury car, Nicholas Croft leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes to rest, the phone in the pocket near his chest vibrated, he casually took out his phone, lazily glanced at it, and saw Beatrice Hargrave’s WeChat ssage, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips without him realizing it.
When the second ssage ca into view, seeing those exaggerated emojis, Nicholas Croft raised his eyebrows, and directly sent a voice ssage back.
If you want to know the thod, co find at Qiyue tomorrow night.
In the room, Beatrice listened to Nicholas Croft’s voice ssage, instinctively glanced at the door before opening it, though she didn’t hear anything in the hallway, just to be safe, she fished out her earphones from the hoodie pocket and plugged them in, after putting on the earphones she played the voice ssage, listening to the gentle voice entering her ears, Beatrice unconsciously bit her lip.
She thought for a mont then edited a text back.
I’ll figure it out myself, I’m a good kid, I won’t go to those kinds of places.
Looking at the ssage from Beatrice, Nicholas Croft’s smile deepened, this cunning little girl was clearly reminding him of what happened that night!
After waiting for a while and seeing no more ssages coming through, he put the phone back in the suit pocket, leaned back on the backrest, Nicholas Croft sighed helplessly, his furrowed brow contemplating sothing unknown.
He never deliberately waited for Sophie Foster to co back, but, it seed his heart had already been completely occupied by her, like a pool of stagnant water, no one could stir ripples in it.
Yet with the presence of Beatrice Hargrave, his quiet heart started to stir again, although he knew she wasn’t Sophie Foster, he still found himself unconsciously drawn closer.
He knew that his thoughts were sowhat selfish, because every ti he was with Beatrice, subconsciously, he viewed her as Sophie Foster.
Sighing again, Nicholas Croft slowly closed his eyes, perhaps Nathan was right... follow his heart, after all, at this age he couldn’t afford too much waiting.
At the Hargrave Family, Josephine Hawthorne chatted with her husband for a while before excusing herself to head towards the stairs, wondering whether the advice she gave her daughter would work.
Upon reaching her daughter’s room door, she gently knocked and then pushed the door open, seeing her daughter exhaustedly leaning on the sofa, Josephine Hawthorne walked over and sat down.
"Hannah, quickly tell , did anything happen between you and Nicholas?"
Hannah Hargrave tiredly opened her eyes, leaned on the sofa and blandly turned towards her mother.
"You child, why aren’t you saying anything? This is driving crazy!" Josephine Hawthorne anxiously scolded, Hannah Hargrave pressed her lips, she couldn’t exactly say that Nicholas Croft would rather take a cold shower in his room than touch her, pondering needing to solve things on her own made her feel both wronged and humiliated, looking at her mother, she was montarily at a loss for words.
"Speak up, why are you just looking at ?"
Josephine Hawthorne anxiously asked again, taking a deep breath, Hannah Hargrave reluctantly murmured, "Hmm."
Seeing her daughter nod, Josephine Hawthorne’s face imdiately filled with joy, "Hannah, no matter how Nicholas thinks, as long as he’s touched you, he has to be responsible for you."
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