Watching the two shaless couples kissing non-stop in front of him, Evander Lancaster couldn’t miss this perfect chance to snap so pictures.
He set his phone to record video, giving a full-special close-up of the two love-struck faces.
Perhaps the two kissing were too engrossed; their phone had gotten very close, yet they had not noticed.
Just now, Evander had covertly observed that it was the second brother and sister-in-law’s kissing scene that was more pleasing to the eye. With their faces facing each other, it was gentle, romantic, and lingering. Unlike the third brother, who simply pressed the third sister-in-law into his embrace and kissed her forcefully, without a hint of romance, like a beast that had been starving for ages.
Not knowing how long they had been kissing, the couple on stage had already left hand in hand, while Nathan Moore and Titus Zane were still kissing non-stop.
From Evander’s angle, the two looked like birds feeding each other, gently sucking your lips, then he the hers, back and forth ceaselessly.
Through the phone cara, he could even clearly see their tongues intertwining and their lingering chase... with no sign of stopping at all.
Seeing that the staff on stage had already started moving props, Evander put away his phone and deliberately coughed, clamoring.
"Second brother, second Sister-in-law, can you have so public decency! Please, I’m a single dog here watching, you can be as affectionate as you want at ho behind closed doors, but can you consider the feelings of a single dog like now!"
Evander’s words, like a thunderclap, awakened the woman lost in Nathan Moore’s tender advance.
Titus Zane suddenly beca sober, turned her face to one side, not daring to look at anyone.
Nathan Moore stretched out his long arm and pulled her back into his embrace, looked back at his complaining brother, raised an eyebrow, and said with pride.
"Envious? Go find a woman yourself. It’s not like you’re missing a third leg. What’s with the fuss about your brother and sister-in-law being affectionate?"
Titus Zane, still in a state of embarrassnt, didn’t even notice Nathan’s use of "husband and wife" and twisted her body, moving his hand from her waist, "I need to go to the restroom."
Having said that, she fled past row after row of chairs and headed downstairs.
Putting on a show for Beatrice Hargrave, Nicholas Croft did not do it for profit but rely to make her happy.
He also contacted various TV stations to broadcast the concert live, not only to promote Beatrice Hargrave but mainly to have the whole world witness his marriage proposal to her.
In T City, inside a luxurious villa, Hannah Hargrave, watching the scene of Nicholas Croft kneeling and proposing to Beatrice Hargrave on TV, furiously smashed things around the house.
She pointed to the TV hanging on the wall.
"Dad! What is Nicholas Croft trying to do? He’s constantly coming to our house, and he hasn’t clarified the dia rumors about being his fiancée. Now, in front of so many people, he’s proposing to that slut! Where does that put , and where does that put you!"
"Grayson, what exactly is Nicholas Croft thinking? Such a grown man, how could he do sothing so absurd."
Josephine Hawthorne was also disapproving, looking at her husband, wanting him to get so explanation for her daughter.
Henry Hargrave leaned back in the sofa, his face grim, "Let the concert finish, I’ll get you an explanation."
In T City, there was soone else who was similarly displeased.
Hearing Nathan Moore was going to Beatrice Hargrave’s concert, Olivia Zane sat in front of the TV early, waiting for the live broadcast of the concert. She even prepared popcorn and cola, imagining herself watching the performance with Nathan Moore.
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