Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1107 - 1103: The Handsome Uncle Is Finally Mine
"Yes, Uncle, we’re not nervous. When we’re at events there are countless cameras on us, we’re not nervous." Beatrice Hargrave straightened up to encourage herself.
Photography, getting the certificate, it’s just a matter of ten minutes. As she walked out of the civil affairs bureau, Beatrice was still looking at the marriage certificate in her hand.
Uncle Nicholas was only wearing a shirt, a white one, without a tie with the collar slightly open, his short hair naturally falling across his forehead without any gel, and when he smiled it was very warm.
And she herself was wearing a white shirt too, with her long hair tied into a ponytail, her smile obviously much more playful.
"Uncle, we’re such a good match," Beatrice Hargrave had said this so many times already. Nicholas Croft smiled helplessly, extended his long arm to pull her into his embrace, and with his other hand, he took the small certificate and tucked it into his suit pocket, saying, "Stop looking at it, if you like, you can look at Uncle himself when we get home!"
"Uncle, are we married?" Beatrice turned her head, her foot slipped and she almost fell down the steps in front of the civil affairs bureau’s entrance, but Nicholas Croft’s long arm steadied her, saying, amused, "Yes."
"Are we legally married now?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Are we really legally married?" Beatrice asked again, her foot slipping again and she almost tripped. Seeing her adorable demeanor, Nicholas Croft simply lifted her into his arms in a princess carry, pressed his forehead against hers and smiled, "Yes, from now on, you are my legally wed Mrs. Croft."
Beatrice Hargrave wrapped her arms around Nicholas Croft’s neck, blinking, "Is that so? Then I must exercise my rights as Mrs. Croft."
"Oh? Like what?" Nicholas Croft raised his eyebrows, a hint of charm in his eyes, as he carried Beatrice leisurely towards his car.
"Like..." Beatrice deliberately elongated her tone, "Today is our big day, we should celebrate properly."
"How do you want to celebrate? Should we call Nathan and the others over for a gathering, or have a private candlelit dinner?"
"Neither." Beatrice shook her head, then tugged at her white shirt with mock grievance, saying, "Other brides wear wedding gowns on their big day. I’m not wearing a gown, let alone you didn’t buy me new clothes."
"Wifey, it’s all hubby’s fault. Let’s go buy new clothes right now!" Nicholas Croft said good-naturedly, speaking as he arrived in front of his car, opened the passenger door and placed Beatrice inside.
Sitting in the passenger seat, watching the man walk around the front of the car, Beatrice Hargrave smiled contently, ha, this handsome uncle is finally hers.
After getting into the driver’s seat, Nicholas Croft pinched Beatrice Hargrave’s chin and gave her a peck on the lips, then fastened his seatbelt, his lips slightly turned up as he looked ahead and held the steering wheel.
At T City’s most upscale department store, the tall man became Beatrice Hargrave’s follower, carrying numerous shopping bags in his large hands, accompanying her as she walked into one clothing store after another.
When encountering store assistants who wanted to take photos with Beatrice, he waited beside her, his handsome face radiating happiness.
In front of the lingerie store, Beatrice turned around and stopped Nicholas Croft, pushing him a little distance away with both hands, and said, "Uncle, it’s a private place. You can wait outside for me."
"Why wait outside? I can give you some advice," Nicholas Croft said with a smile, actually expressing his own thoughts.
"No need, you see there are so many female customers inside. They would feel shy picking out lingerie with you around." Beatrice found a sensible excuse to cover up her own little thoughts.
