Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1042 - 1038: Uncle, You’re Poking Me

When her lips were aggressively sealed, Beatrice Hargrave finally saw who the man was, feeling a small thrill in her heart for his passion. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The taste in her mouth was familiar, a light mint mixed with the aroma of red wine, but—

Why was this man so fierce? Her lips hurt from the crushing force, and the sound of him kicking the door shut was loud.

The bang was so intense it made her heart tremble.

Although she craved his taste, Beatrice knew her current position, and besides, he was so heartless back then. Even though she couldn’t forget him, she never intended to reconcile so soon.

She raised her small hand to push Nicholas Croft’s body away, dodging as she said, "Uncle, have you been drinking?"

Due to Beatrice’s evasion, Nicholas’s lips fell onto her clavicle. She was wearing her usual nightgown, which exposed her beautiful collarbones to the air, making it convenient for him to kiss and nibble, his lips and tongue lingering momentarily with each touch.

A tingling sensation spread, itchy and enticing, but with her sister living across the way, she couldn’t get too close to him.

She spoke again while dodging, her voice rising, pretending to be afraid and deliberately adding a sob, "Uncle, don’t do this, I’m scared..."

Nicholas Croft...

He stopped because of her sobbing complaint, lifting his handsome face from her neck, looking at her with bloodshot eyes, holding Beatrice’s small face tightly, asking in a hoarse voice.

"Are you not Lara?"

Facing his crimson eyes, Beatrice shook her head, unable to hide her panic on her pale face, her hands tightly gripping the wall behind her, pouting and shaking her head, "Who is Lara?"

Nicholas didn’t answer, his bloodshot eyes appeared unfocused, looking at Beatrice’s face yet seeming to see through her to someone else.

"Uncle Nicholas, are you drunk?" Beatrice asked with a trembling voice, her fear written all over her face.

Looking at the pure, untainted face in front of him, Nicholas sighed, pulling Beatrice tightly into his embrace, raising his face and closing his eyes, with furrowed brows full of pain, murmuring in a hoarse voice, "Lara, where are you? Uncle misses you so much..."

Beatrice...

Being held tightly by Nicholas, she bit her lip joyfully where he couldn’t see, her heart pounding wildly, so he hadn’t forgotten her after all...

Even under influence, Nicholas’s willpower is something not every man can compare with, but his actions were somewhat out of control. As he hugged Beatrice to relieve his longing, his body involuntarily retreated, crashing into the wall behind.

As he was tilting his head, the back of his head struck the wall with a rather loud thud, making Beatrice’s heart tremble.

She exaggeratedly grimaced, her unintentionally lifted face full of pain.

Frowning, Nicholas sucked in a breath, and Beatrice quickly spoke, "Uncle Nicholas, are you alright?"

"Ssss... I’m fine," Nicholas gasped again, his brow still furrowed, "Beatrice, be good, let uncle hug you for a bit..."

Feeling something pressing against her lower abdomen, Beatrice’s lips curled into a long-missed mischievous smile, the little monster inside her heart acting up, pretending to be aggrieved and saying, "Uncle Nicholas, what is this hard thing poking me..."

Suddenly opening his eyes, the man immersed in memories realized his mistake and hurriedly pushed Beatrice away, "Sorry, uncle..."

Facing those clear eyes, Nicholas didn’t know how to explain himself.