Beatrice Hargrave turned her head to look at Nicholas Croft's profile, hesitantly pursing her lips, "I've told you, I'll give you a surprise on our wedding night. Then you'll know everything."
Nicholas Croft tightened his large hand intertwined with Beatrice Hargrave's, and sighed lightly, "Alright then, I'll be waiting."
Seeing Nicholas Croft's obviously disappointed expression, a playful gleam flashed in Beatrice Hargrave's eyes as she asked with a smile, "Uncle, we're about to register our marriage. Do you feel sorry for your Lara?"
After asking, Beatrice Hargrave clearly felt Nicholas Croft's grip tighten on her hand. Tilting her head to look at his profile, she didn't want to miss any subtle expression.
Nicholas Croft didn't answer immediately. He bit his lip, looked ahead, took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, Beatrice Hargrave clearly heard him sigh. He inhaled again, exhaled with a puff, and in a helpless manner, asked, "If I say I do, will you be upset?"
