Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1110 - 1106: Preparing for the Surprise
The rich aroma of red wine spread through her mouth, mixed with the unique crisp scent of a man that she adored. However, now was not the time to indulge, as she had important things to attend to.
Her small hand pushed against Nicholas Croft’s handsome face, reminding him, "Uncle, don’t rush, you haven’t taken a bath yet!"
Nicholas Croft bit Beatrice Hargrave’s lip again before pulling away, "Together."
"No, you go first," Beatrice protested as she pushed Nicholas Croft’s strong chest all the way toward the bathroom, closing the door after forcing him inside.
Though he wanted to join her, it was their wedding night, and he had to respect her. Nicholas Croft shook his head helplessly and walked to the shower to bathe.
In the bedroom, Beatrice started preparing for the upcoming "surprise," running to the wardrobe to find the new pajamas she bought today. She stuffed them into her bag, and as she was almost ready, the eager man wrapped in a towel emerged from the bathroom.
"Finished?" Beatrice casually asked, heading towards the bathroom with her bag.
Nicholas Croft softly replied while wiping his short hair, puzzled, "What are you doing with that?"
Beatrice tilted her head with a sly smile, "Didn’t I say I had a surprise for you?"
Nicholas Croft’s action of wiping his hair paused, and even his breathing momentarily stopped because of the slyness in Beatrice’s eyes. The word "Lara" almost slipped from his throat.
"Uncle, wait for me in bed. Smoke a cigar or play a game." Watching Beatrice walk into the bathroom with her bag and close the door, Nicholas Croft moved to the sofa.
He tossed the towel on the coffee table, leaned back against the sofa, and sighed helplessly at the ceiling.
Today was their wedding night, a special day, and he knew thinking of Sophie Foster was unfair to Beatrice, but Sophie’s previous actions mirrored Beatrice’s just now.
He licked his lips and sighed again, lighting a cigar for himself as he reclined on the sofa. Amidst the swirling smoke, the image of Sophie Foster appeared in his mind and before his eyes—wearing heavy makeup, her hair in messy braids, with a smoky voice calling him "Uncle"...
Lara, let "Uncle" indulge in thinking of you one last time, because from now on, he’s someone else’s husband, and he must take responsibility for his wife and his future life.
In the bathroom, Beatrice busied herself before the mirror, applying green eye shadow, lengthening her eyelashes, and making her lips red and seductive. Once her makeup was done, she carefully checked it, seeing no difference from her usual look, she put away the cosmetics.
Letting her ponytail loose, she began braiding her hair into messy braids. Whether due to being rusty from not braiding for so long or nervousness, one braid unraveled halfway through.
Outside the bathroom, Nicholas Croft had smoked half a cigar while Beatrice was still inside. He glanced at his watch, rising to the bathroom door to gently knock, "Beatrice, are you done yet?"
"Oh, almost," Beatrice replied while braiding, "Uncle, wait a little longer," 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"How much longer?"
"Don’t rush, Uncle. I said I had a surprise for you..." Looking at her appearance in the mirror, Beatrice couldn’t help but smile triumphantly. Although Nicholas Croft wasn’t expecting much from her so-called surprise, he stopped urging her, returning to the sofa to continue his cigar, staring into space.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Beatrice, posing sensuously, appeared at the door, coquettishly calling, "Nicholas, Uncle~"
Nicholas Croft turned his gaze, his breath catching at the sight of Beatrice’s current look.
