Nicholas Croft was gradually getting used to Sophie Foster’s sudden outbursts of anger, and said calmly, "Miss, have a seat and eat when you’re done. You can clean up afterward."
Little May also noticed Sophie Foster acting unusual and saw her staring daggers at herself, so she cautiously said, "I’ll go get the bowls and chopsticks."
"Baby, let’s eat."
Nicholas Croft called out softly, and Sophie Foster finally looked away from Little May’s retreating figure, glanced at Nicholas Croft, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and buried her head in her food.
After dinner, Sophie Foster went back to the bedroom, lay on the bed with her hands under her head, and left the curtains open to the night outside.
Nicholas Croft leaned against the bed working on his laptop. Before returning ho, he had called a few friends without specifying the exact ti, planning to gather with them after a couple of days of rest.
After dealing with so work, Nicholas Croft closed his laptop, placed it to the side, rubbed his temples wanting to rest for a while. Just as he closed his eyes, the phone on the bedside table rang.
Rubbing his temples with one hand, he picked up the phone with the other and looked at the caller ID – it was Hannah Hargrave’s number.
In the six months he spent in the United States, Nicholas Croft never spoke with her on the phone. Every ti Hannah Hargrave called, he either declined the call or let it ring until it automatically disconnected.
He was now back in T City and couldn’t avoid entanglents with Hannah Hargrave, especially since the car accident’s cause was still unknown.
Without hesitation, Nicholas Croft slid the answer key, and as soon as the call connected, Hannah Hargrave’s accusatory voice ca through.
"Nicholas Croft, what do you an by this? You are a married man; how could you be flirting with another woman at the airport? How do you expect to maintain my dignity?"
Hannah Hargrave’s voice was sowhat sharp, her barrage of questions made Nicholas Croft frown.
Glancing at Sophie Foster lying with her back to him, he got off the bed and left the bedroom, letting out a cold laugh as he replied, "So what if I’m married? In the entertainnt industry, isn’t that quite normal? Which wealthy man or celebrity doesn’t have a mistress outside?"
"You!" Hannah Hargrave was at a loss for words, paused, and then continued to demand, "Where are you now? Why didn’t you co ho since you’re back? Did you book a room with that vixen, Nicholas Croft, answer !"
She accidentally saw the video online and didn’t think it was Nicholas Croft at first since they were legally married. Hannah Hargrave assud that he’d at least inform her in advance upon returning. It wasn’t until the dia’s extensive coverage,
#Infi Group President Returns from Honeymoon with His Lover#
That Hannah Hargrave watched the video closely and recognized the man, who was much thinner than before, as indeed Nicholas Croft!
And that vixen, despite wearing large sunglasses, couldn’t hide her social dia influencer face!
What made Hannah Hargrave furious was seeing them in matching couple outfits – a married man not even trying to hide it, cuddling openly at the airport with so many people watching and not caring at all!
Recalling the afternoon when she saw the video online, Hannah Hargrave couldn’t restrain her anger.
It had been over six hours, and Nicholas Croft still hadn’t returned ho, likely off to a hotel with that vixen!
Hearing Hannah Hargrave’s frantic questioning, Nicholas Croft chuckled instead of getting angry, glancing back at the bedroom door, he coldly laughed and said, "Sorry, you guessed wrong. I didn’t go to a hotel. I bought a property and kept her in a ’Golden Mansion.’"
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