"Sigh," Beatrice Hargrave let out a sigh, turned over, leaned against the bed, and casually pulled the covers to her chest, assuming the sa position as Nicholas Croft, "Looking at the current situation, even if everything goes normally, there might not be anyone coming to watch."
Nowadays, she is being cursed everywhere, called a "white lotus" and a "scheming bitch", even going after her future brother-in-law. She probably won’t even get the chance to be pelted with eggs.
"Then just cancel the upcoming shows." There’s already a fuss about refunds, and the next stop on the tour probably won’t even have a third of the audience.
Nicholas Croft stretched out his arms, and Beatrice Hargrave cooperated by leaning forward, letting his arms wrap around her neck and rest on her shoulders, "If we cancel, won’t your investnt be for naught?"
"Throwing away tens of millions for a beauty’s joy, it’s worth it."
The downward gaze fell on the pair of untainted eyes before her, and Nicholas Croft’s tone seed very relaxed.
"Uncle Nicholas, you’re so prodigal, aren’t you pained by this loss at all?" Beatrice Hargrave furrowed her brows in disbelief, investing in her performance was supposed to boost her fa, but every investnt is aid at profit.
"I don’t mind, as long as you’re happy." Nicholas Croft put out his cigarette in the ashtray, turned towards her, and rested his forehead against Beatrice Hargrave’s, "We might as well take this opportunity to go play, consider it a pre-honeymoon."
"Uncle Nicholas?" Beatrice Hargrave’s breath quickened in surprise, rembering what he had said about a pre-honeymoon, "You an..."
"Silly girl, what kind of wedding do you want?" Nicholas Croft laughed, nudging Beatrice Hargrave’s nose.
Blinking, Beatrice Hargrave said, "I don’t need a wedding, I just want Uncle Nicholas to love for a lifeti."
Phew!
Nicholas Croft took a breath, exhaled, and t Beatrice Hargrave’s eyes, his voice sowhat heavy when he spoke.
"Then let’s get the certificate first, and then go traveling."
"When should we register for marriage?"
Beatrice Hargrave’s clear eyes shone with hope, and Nicholas Croft smiled, his eyes sparkling when he did.
"If you like, we can go get it right away."
"Okay." Beatrice Hargrave actively wrapped her arms around Nicholas Croft’s neck, "Uncle Nicholas, I’ll give you a big gift on our wedding night."
"What kind of gift?" Nicholas Croft raised an eyebrow, and Beatrice Hargrave smiled mysteriously, "You’ll know when the ti cos."
"But what if I want a gift now?" Nicholas Croft’s handso face moved closer, his smile clearly mischievous, and then without giving Beatrice Hargrave a chance to react, he pressed her down underneath him again...
After a brief nap, Titus Zane got up to wash. His sister, Olivia Zane, was hospitalized, and since he had learned of the news, it was only right to visit her.
Before going, he spoke on the phone with his mother, Ariana Evans. Learning of his return, Ariana Evans was very happy, repeatedly asking him to co back to stay at the family ho.
Titus Zane brushed it off, knowing all too well his father Julian Zane’s attitude towards him.
Initially indifferent, his father later publicly announced the disownnt over his perceived "selfishness." Although the relationship has since thawed a bit, so things leave a lasting crevice in one’s heart. Being capable of surviving on his own, Titus Zane had no desire to depend on anyone.
Fortunately, Ariana Evans didn’t insist. After buying so fruit, Titus Zane took a car to the hospital.
In the ward, Olivia Zane lay on the bed, her complexion not looking great.
Her usually rosy face was now as pale as paper. Seeing Titus Zane visit, Olivia Zane looked remarkably pleased, even without Nathan Moore’s presence.
"Sis, why bother buying fruit, we’re all family here."
Handing the fruit basket to the nurse, Titus Zane sat down by the bed, "It’s the thought that counts, and it’s not like it costs much."
Olivia Zane glanced towards the door of the ward, "Where’s Nathan? How co he didn’t co with you?"
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