Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1039 - 1035: Feeling a Bit Feverish

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Chapter 1039: Chapter 1035: Feeling a Bit Feverish

Nicholas Croft lifted his pant cuffs, sat down on the sofa, and looked up at Hannah Hargrave, "Where’s Beatrice Hargrave? Why didn’t you call her to join us?"

Avoiding eye contact with Nicholas Croft, because just by looking over, her eyes would inevitably be drawn to his robust chest muscles, Hannah Hargrave smiled and said, "Beatrice said she’s tired and already resting."

After saying this, she raised her hand to remove the towel wrapped around her head, then shook her long hair, seemingly a casual move, yet revealing her little schemes.

Taking it all in, Nicholas Croft raised his eyebrows subtly, said nothing, and as he picked up the wine glass, instinctively buttoned the open button with his other hand, effectively hiding his chest muscles.

Hannah Hargrave also leaned forward to pick up the wine glass, her graceful movements slowed down, and as she bent over wrapped in the bathrobe, it conveniently revealed half of her cleavage, which was her intention earlier in front of the mirror.

She raised her glass to Nicholas Croft and feigned concern, asking, "Nicholas, for tomorrow’s red carpet... isn’t it a bit sudden to bring Beatrice along like this?"

Nicholas Croft lifted the glass to his lips, tilted his head slightly, and took a sip of wine. As the wine went down his throat, the sensual Adam’s apple moved up and down, making Hannah Hargrave instinctively swallow. Thinking about soon indulging in pleasures with this perfect man... a little deer in her heart began to run wild with excitement.

After taking a sip, Nicholas Croft glanced at Hannah Hargrave and asked leisurely, "What’s wrong with that? There’s no rule against bringing family members on the red carpet."

"Hehe... that’s true," Hannah Hargrave lowered her head, taking a small sip of wine to disguise her thoughts, though her cheeks were already slightly flushed.

After giving her a casual glance, Nicholas Croft withdrew his gaze, lifted his head, and downed the glass of wine in one go, then put the glass down and picked up the bottle to pour himself another.

Watching the man’s slender fingers opposite her, the little deer in Hannah Hargrave’s heart bounced even more violently. This man is truly perfect, even his fingers are so beautiful.

After pouring himself a drink, Nicholas Croft looked up, gestured with the wine bottle, and Hannah Hargrave understood, lifting her head boldly to down the wine in her glass, then handed the glass to Nicholas Croft.

Taking it from her, Nicholas Croft poured the wine while saying, "After this return, we can officially introduce Beatrice to the media. Our company will help with promotion, and once she releases her album, we can even plan a concert."

Taking the wine glass from Nicholas Croft, Hannah Hargrave raised it and said with a smile, "I’ll thank you for Beatrice first."

After saying this, she boldly downed the wine again and showed the empty glass to Nicholas Croft.

Though Nicholas Croft had a considerable tolerance for alcohol, he wasn’t used to drinking so audaciously, but since Hannah Hargrave had already emptied her glass, he obliged, curling his lips slightly, tilting his head back, and finishing the wine.

Before he could put the glass down, Hannah Hargrave had already taken it, picked up the wine bottle and poured more of the dark red liquid.

Afraid Nicholas Croft might take his leave, Hannah Hargrave deliberately found a topic, seemingly inadvertently crossing her legs, wrapped in the bathrobe in such a way that it effectively exposed the lower half to Nicholas Croft. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Glancing over casually, Nicholas Croft couldn’t help but scoff inwardly, picking up the wine glass pretending not to have seen anything.

"Nicholas, would you say... letting Beatrice enter the entertainment industry at such a young age, is it too early?"

"Didn’t Henry Hargrave mention she’s just releasing an album for fun?" Nicholas Croft replied casually, echoing what Henry Hargrave had told him. Not sure if it’s the alcohol, but he felt somewhat feverish, and his gaze seemed somewhat hazy when looking at Hannah Hargrave.