After muttering, Evander Lancaster took out his phone and called Felix Shaw.
"Big bro, why aren’t you here yet... What? Coming right now? Oh, got it." After hanging up, Evander Lancaster stood up, "Let’s go, all four of you, stop flaunting your coupledom, have you ever considered the feelings of us single folks?"
"Where are we going?" Beatrice Hargrave asked curiously, tilting her little face up; her porcelain skin untouched by makeup, youth is truly enviable, not only her skin is fair but bursting with collagen.
Evander Lancaster lifted his hand and pinched her cheek, "Your Uncle Felix and Auntie are waiting downstairs, they want us all to go down and join them for cards at Shang Mu!"
"Why did you pinch my cheek!" Beatrice Hargrave’s complaint was accompanied by Nicholas Croft’s low chuckle, "Don’t touch her from now on!"
Evander Lancaster raised both hands in surrender, "Alright, alright, I won’t touch, it’s just my hands being naughty, I’ll chop them off when I get home!"
Beatrice Hargrave is young, all the men treat her as a child, in fact, she is indeed a child.
Having said that, he then turned his gaze to the man still lounging in the corner unwilling to get up, "Second bro, big bro is waiting downstairs, if you want to get cozy, you can continue at Shang Mu, it’s not too late."
Seeing the man still hesitant, Evander Lancaster’s eyes were laced with mockery, "If you really can’t hold it in, just do it in the car, after all, we are all brothers here, no one will laugh at you, just don’t make us wait too long!"
Thought it was only Nathan Moore who liked to crack dirty jokes with his thick skin, didn’t expect that each and everyone is like that, truly, bad company corrupts good morals!
The group put on their coats, exited the private room in succession, and headed for the stairs.
It’s deep into autumn, and the night air is chilly.
Leaving the KTV, Beatrice Hargrave couldn’t help but shiver with her shoulders hunched, Nicholas Croft took off his trench coat to wrap her in it.
"Thank you, Uncle Nicholas." Beatrice Hargrave turned and thanked him with a smile.
"It’s getting late, I should head back." Titus Zane hurried to say goodbye, awkwardly brought here by Beatrice Hargrave, now there was no need to stay with them any longer.
Without waiting for their response, he walked toward the street, planning to catch a cab back to the hotel. He had just taken two steps when his wrist was gripped tightly, it was Nathan Moore, he pulled her gently into his arms.
With a deliberately lowered voice, filled with grinding teeth, he spoke atop her head, "Didn’t you say you can’t sleep, it’s not even ten yet, how can you sleep?"
Looked up at the man in front of her, slightly parted her lips, "Nathan Moore, I want to go back."
"No!" The two words reflected his dominance and authoritarianism, since she chose to come by herself, how could he easily let her leave.
Seeing such a man, Titus Zane felt helpless, suppressing her own temper, asked, "Can’t you be reasonable?"
His straightforward reply almost choked her.
For a moment, the two were locked in a stalemate.
Standing at the KTV entrance, Evander Lancaster glanced at his watch, "Geez, big bro said he was coming right away, did he not hold back halfway and pushed sister-in-law back into the car?"
Beatrice Hargrave stepped forward in front of him, complaining loudly in displeasure.
"Uncle, please can you stop with these dirty jokes, do you ever care about how a young girl like me feels!"
"Sorry, it’s uncle’s fault, not only are my hands naughty, but my mouth is too!" Evander Lancaster apologized good-naturedly.
But Beatrice Hargrave was relentless, "Hmm, remember to sew your mouth shut when you get back!"
"Dear niece, if uncle sews his mouth shut, then he can’t eat, and not eating will lead to death."
"Then sew the lower part too!"