"Is it okay here?"
Although he always thought of her as Sophie Foster, when it ca to action he still sought her opinion. His girl, as pure and clean as a blank sheet of paper, was just beginning to experience life— he couldn’t scare her.
In the vast space, Nicholas Croft’s voice was low and magnetic, very pleasing. At this mont, Beatrice Hargrave was already kissed to the point of her entire body becoming limp and powerless. With her eyes closed, she murmured an "Mm," uncertain if it was a moan or an agreent.
"Heh," a soft laugh, Nicholas Croft’s lips and tongue moved down, landing where he cherished most. His tongue’s movents had technique, and upon hearing her soft cries, his large hand gripped her waist, lifting her, and naturally he arched his body as he placed her down.
A muffled groan almost simultaneously escaped both their breaths, a mutual satisfaction. Nicholas Croft closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and lifted his head. At this mont, the na he called out deep in his heart was Sophie Foster.
He knew he was being selfish, truly too selfish. But she had promised, allowing him to reserve a place for Sophie Foster...
This wasn’t the first ti, so Nicholas Croft no longer restrained himself. He unleashed all his past passion for Sophie Foster onto Beatrice Hargrave, listening to her helpless yet passionate screams, as if his whole body’s blood were boiling, repeatedly imrsing himself into her, finally burying himself deep within her.
A vow echoed in Beatrice Hargrave’s ear, hoarse and suppressed, "Beatrice, Uncle will marry you, very soon..."
Beatrice was still trembling, and in that mont, the heart that pounded violently trembled along with her. Uncle Nicholas said... he would marry her, and soon...
As dawn approached, the strong man tirelessly continued his labor, kneeling on the bed, swaying his body, exuding the most primal male strength.
The next day, when Beatrice Hargrave went to the recording studio, it was already noon. Even though he had worked overti, Nicholas Croft still arrived at the company punctually in the morning.
Before leaving, he instructed the housekeeper to brew a nourishing soup and not to disturb the woman resting upstairs.
Aunt Wang, while cleaning, awaited the future lady of the house to wake up. When Beatrice Hargrave supported herself by the railing and ca downstairs, she was taken aback.
Seeing the girl walk step by step down the stairs, she exclaid excitedly, "Miss Sophie, why are you only coming back now, where have you been all these years?"
Suppressing the emotions in her heart, Beatrice Hargrave stood in front of Aunt Wang, smiling as she said, "Auntie, you’ve mistaken for soone else. My na is Beatrice Hargrave."
"What Beatrice, you’re clearly Miss Sophie!" Aunt Wang wouldn’t listen to her explanation and took her arm, leading her to the dining room.
"Sit down quickly, sir instructed to brew ginseng chicken soup. Have more to nourish your body," After Beatrice sat at the dining table, Aunt Wang went back to the kitchen. After a flurry of noise, she brought out a plate of fried chicken wings.
"Miss Sophie, have so, it’s your favorite."
Seeing the chicken wings placed before her, Beatrice Hargrave felt touched. Since her mother passed away, there were only two people in this world who treated her best: Uncle Nicholas and Aunt Wang.
When Uncle Nicholas was on a business trip, she would watch TV with her, treating her like her own daughter. In the middle of the night, she could also act spoiled, asking her to make fried chicken wings.
Facing soone who cared for her so much, Beatrice Hargrave didn’t correct her identity further, smiled, and thanked her, then picked up a chicken wing.
"Miss Sophie, does it taste the sa as before?" Aunt Wang didn’t return to the kitchen to tidy up, instead staying by the dining table, watching Beatrice eat the chicken wings with an expectant expression.
"It’s delicious." Beatrice Hargrave smiled at Aunt Wang politely, and after speaking, she clearly saw the disappointnt on Aunt Wang’s face.
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