At noon, Hannah Hargrave and Nicholas Croft attended a news conference together, then had lunch.
In the restaurant, Hannah asked casually, "Nicholas, the other night when you introduced Beatrice to Director Zhang, what did he say?"
Nicholas picked up a napkin, elegantly wiped the corner of his lips, then took a sip of water before speaking, "The supporting actress role has so scenes that involve nudity, so I think it’s not suitable for Beatrice."
Beatrice?
Hearing Nicholas affectionately refer to Beatrice Hargrave, Hannah secretly furrowed her brows and then smiled, saying, "Indeed, Beatrice is pursuing a pure image, doing those kinds of scenes could affect her career prospects."
Hannah took a bite of celery, burying her discomfort as she chewed.
Nicholas had nearly finished eating, holding the glass slowly as if waiting for Hannah to finish so he could settle the bill.
In fact, Hannah doesn’t eat much either. How many people in the entertainnt industry dare to eat until full? It’s just that she relishes the ti alone with Nicholas, so she intentionally eats slowly.
After putting down her chopsticks, she picked up a napkin to wipe her hands, and while lifting the glass she casually asked again, "Beatrice ntioned she fell asleep at the club that night and you brought her ho, it was really troubleso for you."
Though Hannah maintained a gentle smile, her eyes cautiously observed Nicholas’s reaction.
Nicholas leaned back in the chair, one arm draping over the backrest, the other idly playing with the glass, his gaze fixed on it, speaking indifferently, "It wasn’t troubleso, Beatrice isn’t very heavy."
When Nicholas finished speaking, Hannah paused in her action of drinking water, her smile montarily frozen.
Why does she feel he said it intentionally?
Narrowing her eyes, Hannah slowly drank water while looking at Nicholas, who continued to absentmindedly toy with the glass. Taking a deep breath, Hannah suppressed her discomfort and smiled, saying, "Nicholas, Dad... wants to invite you over for dinner at our place, and also... discuss our matters."
Nicholas lifted his gaze, looking at Hannah with an expressionless face, "Discuss our matters? Do we have matters to discuss?"
Hannah...
Her smile froze again, facing Nicholas’s emotionless eyes, her delicate brows furrowed, murmuring slightly hurt, "Nicholas..."
Nicholas’s handso face finally showed a slight change, the corners of his lips curved slightly, upon closer inspection it was a mockery, looking at Hannah with a half-smile, he said, "I think, so things need not be said too clearly, but don’t you think you’re a bit too persistent? If a man refuses to touch that woman even under the influence of dication, do you think there could be a future between them?"
Even though he dislikes Hannah and looks down on her thods, but since they will have to work together in the future, Nicholas tries to be discreet. However, Hannah still refuses to give up, reaching across the table to grab Nicholas’s glass-playing wrist, shaking her head while speaking urgently.
"No, Nicholas, you like , otherwise you wouldn’t allow to always be by your side..."
"Is Miss Hargrave investing too much in the scripts she reads, losing herself within?" Nicholas remained unfazed by Hannah’s display, his lips still curved in a barely noticeable arc, his cool eyes reflecting obvious contempt. Planning to be with Beatrice Hargrave, he no longer gives Hannah any hope.
"If I rember correctly, I’ve never promised you anything, nor have I shown you any intimate gestures. If Miss Hargrave considers our collaboration and social engagents as a relationship, then I apologize, it’s my oversight, I will be careful in the future."
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