Evander Lancaster’s candid attitude lacked any grandiose promises, as he said, there are too many temptations in this society, and no one can make a lifelong promise.
As a responsible man, what he can do is ensure that his woman does not suffer any grievances when they are in love.
Sophia Hamilton walked out of the bedroom, already changed into her plush pajamas, a pink bunny onesie with two ears hanging at the back. She linked arms with Evander Lancaster in front of her mother, pouted, and complained, "Mom, don’t make things difficult for him. Do you want the baby in my belly to be born without a father?"
Her daughter had already taken Evander Lancaster’s side, and Juliana Lancaster shook her hand in exasperation, "I don’t care anymore, whatever you young people want to do, just do it. I’m old and can’t control anything anymore!"
Juliana Lancaster got up and went into the kitchen. Sophia Hamilton stuck out her tongue at her mother’s angry back, then turned back to look at Evander Lancaster, who was also looking down at her, his eyes filled with evident tenderness.
Sophia Hamilton moved into Evander Lancaster’s apartnt, although Juliana Lancaster didn’t quite approve of them living together, she had no choice but to compromise, after all, her daughter was pregnant.
May arrived, and so did sumr.
Sophie Foster had her final costic recovery treatnt.
Sitting in a chair, there was a mirror in front of her.
Nicholas Croft personally helped her remove the bandages from her face. As her face gradually erged, Sophie Foster’s hands at her sides nervously clenched.
As the bandage was taken off circle by circle, first exposed was her chin, which was no longer the oval shape from before, a bit pointed but not excessively so.
Her lips were also much fuller than before, the plump type that is currently favored by many actresses.
Then her nose was revealed, with small wings that were adorably delicate. When the bandages beneath her eyes and on her forehead were removed, Sophie Foster’s hands trembled as she lifted them to touch the face in the mirror, her breathing seed frozen. She shook her head in disbelief, wanting to prove that the face in the mirror was not hers!
However, wherever her fingers touched, the unfamiliar face in the mirror made the sa actions, her breathing trembled, "No, no," Sophie Foster murmured while continuously shaking her head, finally breaking into a scream she couldn’t hold back.
"No..."
The sharp sound pierced the silence of the corridor, and several dical staff holding dical charts who were walking back and forth glanced instinctively toward the source of the sound, and then went back to their work.
As the sound of glass hitting the ground echoed, Sophie Foster held her head, growing even more hysterical.
"It’s not , it’s not , I’m not like this..."
"Lara, be good, don’t be afraid, no matter what you beco, you’re still my Lara..." Nicholas Croft pulled Sophie Foster into his arms, gently patting her back, sighing softly, admitting to himself that he was very selfish.
He had made the unilateral decision to change her face without discussing it with her, believing that anyone who changed their appearance overnight would react this way.
But he also had no choice.
Sophie Foster’s facial injuries were too severe... no matter how advanced the technology, it couldn’t restore her original appearance.
Since it couldn’t be restored, why not change to a brand-new face, a new identity, a new future? This wouldn’t only help her forget past traumas but would also be a form of confusion for the person who wanted to harm her.
Sophie Foster’s body had completely recovered, during this recovery period, Nicholas Croft had been by her side, only calling his parents back ho during the New Year, handling company matters through video conferences.
For six months, Nicholas Croft had stayed abroad; as for his "new wife," he hadn’t cared about her, let alone contacted her.
Before returning to the country, he confird with his assistant that everything was arranged, then brought Sophie Foster back.
On the day the bandages were removed, Sophie Foster cried all day, at night hugging her knees and staring blankly at the night sky outside, Nicholas Croft stayed by her side, sitting with her all night, until she finally fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.
From that day on, Sophie Foster’s personality changed again: sotis aloof and unapproachable, sotis with a volatile temper, sotis inexplicably losing her temper with Nicholas Croft, knocking him down on the bed to tear and beat him, and after venting her feelings, she would cry loudly lying on his chest...
Nicholas Croft understood her feelings, a 23-year-old girl had endured so much in such a short ti: a car accident, losing a child, and then being given a new face...
He knew this was all caused by his negligence, and if venting made her feel better, he was willing to be the object of her venting.
At the T City airport, Nicholas Croft led Sophie Foster out through the VIP passage. Both wore casual outfits: gray matching couple clothes, the sa style of sneakers, and flashy sunglasses of the sa brand on their noses.
Both faces held synchronized expressions, indifferent with no emotion.
Halfway through, Sophie Foster began to show impatience, continuously twisting her wrist trying to free her hand from Nicholas Croft’s grasp, "Let go of , I’m not a child, let go..."
Seeing that Nicholas Croft wouldn’t let go, Sophie Foster’s emotions began to grow irritable, she simply stopped walking and noisily struggled against his fingers.
Several passengers looked over out of curiosity. Ignoring the strange looks, Nicholas Croft wrapped Sophie Foster in his arms, gently soothing her back while continuously comforting, "Baby, be good, we’re almost ho. No fussing, okay..."
"Let go! Nicholas Croft! Can’t you understand human language!" Sophie Foster’s anger flared, suddenly shouting loudly, and in frustration, she bit his shoulder in a fit of rage.
At the T City International Airport, there were quite a few travelers passing by, so already had their phones out recording and quickly uploaded it online.
Nicholas Croft was a powerhouse in the entertainnt industry, with fa and attention no less than those of celebrities. Upon hearing his na, passersby grew more curious and gathered to watch.
"Baby, be good, let hold you so you won’t run away, okay?" Nicholas Croft patiently negotiated with Sophie Foster, paying no attention to those taking photos and recording with their phones.
He had already made all preparations for bringing Sophie Foster back, even if there was no dia exposure, even if Hannah Hargrave found out he brought a "new lover" back, she wouldn’t let it rest.
"Let go!" Sophie Foster impatiently pounded on Nicholas Croft, who sighed heavily and released her.
Tang Assistant watched helplessly as their CEO was surrounded, unable to do anything since the VIP passage wasn’t open to just anyone.
Sophie Foster walked towards the exit with a cold face, Nicholas Croft following closely behind. As they passed by Tang Assistant, they didn’t even greet, just walked past and headed towards the gate of the departure hall.
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