"That’s just her wishful thinking." Nicholas Croft’s eyes were still closed in rest, his words devoid of mercy.
Beatrice Hargrave blinked her eyes, a trace of smugness quickly flitted across them, and vanished in an instant.
Soon after, she resumed an image of innocence.
"Uncle Nicholas, have you greeted my father yet? Also, why are we going to your house?"
Nicholas Croft did not speak again, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.
"Uncle Nicholas?" Seeing Nicholas Croft not responding, Beatrice reached into her jeans pocket for her phone, pretending to make a call.
"I’ll call my father and ask him to send a driver to pick me up."
"Beatrice!" Nicholas Croft suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed in a mix of reprimand and helplessness. In his urgency, he actually called Beatrice by her nickname.
He grabbed Beatrice’s wrist with his large hand, and before she could react, he had taken her phone to check if the number had been dialed.
Beatrice maintained her startled expression, but the corners of her lips trembled slightly, as if she were struggling to suppress a laugh.
Seeing there was no outgoing call on Beatrice’s phone, Nicholas Croft finally relaxed.
He had told Mr. Hargrave that he wanted to introduce Beatrice to a famous director, mentioning that the role of the second female lead in the director’s upcoming film had yet to be cast... If Beatrice really had called her father, he truly wouldn’t know how to explain himself.
Observing Nicholas Croft’s house, which was like a palace, Beatrice asked her question again.
"Uncle Nicholas, why did you bring me to your house?"
"I’m bored alone." Nicholas Croft replied casually, leaving it unclear whether it was the truth or just an offhand remark.
"You could hire a celebrity to keep you company at home," Beatrice looked around before sitting down on the couch, "or you could marry my sister earlier, so you wouldn’t be bored."
Nicholas Croft hung up his coat on the rack. When he turned back to look at her, his gaze was indifferent, "Is this what you learned when you studied abroad?"
"What?" Beatrice stopped swinging her legs and asked in confusion.
"Did your teachers at the university abroad teach you to sugar daddy men?" Nicholas Croft had already taken the wine and glasses over, sitting on the couch opposite Beatrice. His lean fingers pulled the cork from the wine bottle, pouring himself a glass with suave elegance.
Watching the liquid slowly filling the wine glass, Beatrice licked her lips, unconsciously swallowing. Her eyes were fixed tightly on the dark red liquid, seemingly unable to look away.
"I’m asking you a question, why aren’t you answering?" Pouring himself a glass of wine, Nicholas Croft looked up at her, his tone as unhurried as his expression at the moment.
"Ah?" Tearing her gaze away from the wine with reluctance, Beatrice looked at Nicholas Croft uncomprehendingly.
The latter picked up the wine glass and gently swirled it before her, his dark eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement, "Want a drink?"
Secretly swallowing her saliva, Beatrice shook her head decisively.
"My father said that innocent girls like me shouldn’t drink alone outside, it makes it easy for bad people to take advantage."
"Do you think I’m a bad person?"
Nicholas Croft raised his eyebrow, and his almost-smiling demeanor was very charming.
Beatrice inwardly cursed, this demon, he’s obviously flirting with her!
But on the surface, she spoke earnestly, "I’m not sure whether Uncle Nicholas is a bad person, but alcohol can lead to chaos. I won’t drink it, nor do I enjoy it. I hope Uncle will also drink less in the future, it’s not good for your health."
Lifting the wine glass to his lips, Nicholas Croft elegantly sipped from it; his dark eyes sparkled with amusement. "Are you concerned about me?"
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