Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1068 - 1064: If You Don’t Want to Go Back, Stay at Uncle’s House

As Nicholas’s words fell, Beatrice Hargrave suddenly lifted her head and looked at him in surprise, asking instinctively, "How do you know?"

Nicholas Croft smiled, as if everything was within his expectations. He had clarified everything with Hannah Hargrave yesterday, so... she was taking out her anger on her sister.

Actually, even without Beatrice Hargrave, he would have made it clear to her. At the film festival, Hannah had already crossed a line with him. He could tolerate her approaching him, but he absolutely wouldn’t allow her to manipulate him.

Facing Beatrice’s surprised gaze, Nicholas said, "Because yesterday I told her that I’ve never liked her, and that we’re just colleagues."

Beatrice secretly breathed a sigh of relief, holding her cup and continuing to sip her juice, her eyes fixed on Nicholas, her lips that sucked on the straw barely concealing her satisfaction.

"Don’t want to go back?" Nicholas leaned back in his chair, one arm resting on the table, his gaze soft like his voice at the moment. After asking he continued without waiting for Beatrice’s response, "If you don’t want to go back, you can stay at your uncle’s place..."

"How could that be!" Nicholas’s words were interrupted by Beatrice, and the straw she was biting fell with a clatter into the glass. "If I stay at Uncle’s place, father won’t be happy."

"So what about you? Do you want to stay with your uncle?" Nicholas asked, a faint curve on his lips, his dark eyes fixed on Beatrice’s face, his low, magnetic voice quite pleasant.

Beatrice pressed her lips together, holding the juice cup tighter, her face showing some nervousness. Looking at Nicholas, she tentatively spoke, "Uncle Nicholas, you said... you’d marry me... when will that be..." She desperately wanted to leave that house immediately, as she didn’t want to stay there for even a day more.

"If you’re willing, soon."

Nicholas’s voice remained low, but the last two words conveyed determination.

"How soon is ’soon’?"

Beatrice wanted to confirm, Nicholas smiled again, his eyebrows raised slightly, instead of answering he asked, "Why, are you in a hurry to get married?"

Beatrice...

Lowered her eyes again, biting the straw as she drank her juice, her lashes shadowing the disappointment hidden beneath them.

After having their meal, Nicholas sent Beatrice back home. Perhaps because his daughter was out all night, Henry Hargrave was a bit worried, so he didn’t go to work and waited at home.

Beatrice followed behind Nicholas, wrapped in Nicholas’s coat. The man’s figure was tall, so Beatrice’s hands could only shrink inside the sleeves.

Nicholas had already walked through the hall door, but she stood outside, unwilling to go in. Nicholas turned around, his long fingers grasping her wrist through the sleeves, slightly tightening, seeming to offer her comfort, "Come on in."

Beatrice let out a breath and walked in with Nicholas.

"Here comes Nicholas," Henry Hargrave stood up smiling. Seeing Beatrice standing next to him, he frowned and chided, "You child, really, a little spat between sisters and you run out. Do you know how worried we were!"

Facing her father’s hypocritical act, Beatrice inwardly despised him fiercely, thinking that she would have to continue living here. She lowered her eyes and unwillingly said, "Dad, I was wrong."

Josephine Hawthorne had just walked out of her room and heard Beatrice’s voice, supporting the stairs to walk down. Unaware that Nicholas was there, she quipped mockingly as she descended the stairs, "Didn’t you leave with such backbone yesterday? How come you’re back in less than a day..."

Josephine Hawthorne’s voice abruptly stopped because she saw Nicholas standing right beside Beatrice.