Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1043 - 1039: Originally Didn’t Plan to Forgive This Man So Easily

Seeing Nicholas Croft’s awkwardness, Beatrice Hargrave didn’t tease him further. Her gaze was clear and unwavering. "Uncle Nicholas, it’s getting late. I need to rest,"

"Hmm," Nicholas Croft nodded, and as he turned, he supported himself on the wall with one hand. His head was severely dizzy, and if not for his strong self-control, the part of his body swelling might have long found an outlet.

Closing his eyes, he shook his head, "Bea, could you help Uncle back to his room?"

"Sure,"

Beatrice supported Nicholas’s arm, feeling a bit strange. Clearly, it didn’t seem like he had drunk too much, so why was he reacting this way...

Suddenly, a premonition rose in her heart. Could it be?

"Uncle Nicholas, were you drugged?" As she opened the door, Beatrice asked. If Uncle Nicholas was drugged, then the biggest suspect would certainly be Hannah Hargrave!

"Heh, you could say that," Nicholas Croft admitted with a smile, one hand holding the wall next to the door.

Beatrice’s eyes tightened, and her pink lips pressed into a straight line. While helping Nicholas back to his room, she kept calculating in her mind. It seemed... she had to do something. Originally, she didn’t plan to forgive this man so easily, but with Hannah looming like a tiger, she had to temporarily set aside past grievances. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

With Beatrice’s help, Nicholas returned to his room, already enduring great pain. The last shred of rationality in his mind told him he must not tarnish this pure, innocent girl.

Only cold water could alleviate the burning heat in his body. After being helped into the room by Beatrice, Nicholas leaned on the wall, struggling to make his way to the bathroom.

Having mingled in nightclubs for so long, Beatrice knew how to handle this kind of situation. Watching Nicholas’s retreating figure, she took a deep breath and quickly followed him.

Walking into the bathroom, she turned on the cold water tap. Nicholas leaned against the sink, barely managing a smile, "Thanks..."

Despite feeling angry that such a shrewd and cunning man like Nicholas fell for Hannah’s tricks, her heartache outweighed her anger. When the cold water was about right, Beatrice walked over to support Nicholas towards the bathtub.

"Uncle Nicholas, I’ve done all I can. Take care of yourself. I’m going back to my room to rest."

"Alright," With this word falling, Nicholas Croft plopped into the bathtub. Watching his slightly embarrassed state, Beatrice held back her laughter and left.

Before returning to her room, Beatrice was very curious about Hannah’s reaction to her failed plan. Was she smashing things in her room?

She bent over and pressed her ear against Hannah’s door, hearing intermittent low moans that initially puzzled her. But as the breathing grew more rapid, she suddenly realized that Hannah was... having a secret meeting with another man!

Beatrice had to admire Hannah’s audacity to find a man for a wild romp right next to Nicholas’s room.

Pressing her ear to the door for a while longer, Beatrice shook her head and walked away, curling her lips disdainfully. It seemed that no matter how glamorous a woman’s appearance, there was always a sordid side.

That night, only Beatrice slept comfortably; in the rooms across, one person was sleeping in a bathtub, and another on a carpet.

When the sunlight woke them up, Nicholas Croft opened his eyes and immediately sneezed repeatedly. Having soaked in the cold water, he eventually fell asleep unknowingly.

In the neighboring room, Hannah Hargrave pushed herself up from the carpet, her robe already in disarray. Her hair hung over one side as her dazed eyes scanned the entire room.

Seeing no sight of Nicholas, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Last night, the two had been so intimate, yet he... didn’t even stay in her room.

Letting her gaze fall in disappointment, she was shocked to see herself on the carpet. Could it be...

Instinctively raising her right hand, she saw the sticky residue on her fingers had already dried up. Looking at her slightly trembling hand, Hannah bit her lip and began to sob softly.