Beatrice Hargrave covered her lips, clearly smiling, but the tears disobediently rolled down as she stared at the majestic man in front of her, her lips under her palm already bitten bloody.
This was a scene that appeared many times only in dreams, a dreamscape that had recurrent since she met the handsome uncle.
Taking a deep breath, Beatrice Hargrave smiled, but her tears became even harder to control.
This man had accompanied her through so many rehearsal days without revealing anything to her, he was really terrible.
"Uncle Nicholas, you're so bad." As she playfully scolded, Beatrice Hargrave couldn't help but burst into more tears.
"Beatrice, will you marry me?" in front of her, the tall and majestic man still kneeled on one knee, looking up at her with a serious and sincere expression.
"Perhaps I can't say I will give you everything, but I will lay the whole world at your feet."
