"Little rascal, do you dare to provoke me? Don't come crying for mercy later!"
Nicholas Croft threatened through gritted teeth. Beatrice Hargrave just laughed and crooked her finger at him. As Nicholas leaned his handsome face closer, the little girl covered her mouth and whispered playfully in his ear, "I'm going to drain you dry later..."
Nicholas Croft...
His dangerous eyes narrowed as he suddenly stood up, his mind focused on the delicious sight in front of him rather than on the candlelit dinner. The movement was so abrupt that the dining chair behind him toppled over, clattering loudly against the marble floor.
Beatrice laughed, trembling as she looked at the man's dangerous gaze. She placed her hands against his chest when he strode over, and hurriedly said, "Uncle, I'm not full yet..."
