After Titus Zane left, Nicholas Croft returned to the bedside, looking at the bundle under the quilt. His handsome face unconsciously softened, and he gently lifted a corner of the blanket. His voice, too, was gentle, "Bea, come out. Sister Zane is already gone."
Beatrice Hargrave...
A small head poked out from under the quilt. After glancing around, she heaved a heavy sigh. Her little face was adorably pink from being hidden for too long.
Seeing Beatrice in such an adorable state, Nicholas's heart softened. He sat sideways at the bedside, his large palm instinctively covering Beatrice's cheek, gently caressing it.
Beatrice looked up at him, her pursed lips appearing shy.
"Bea," Nicholas called softly, lifting Beatrice's head to rest on his lap, his large palm still gently on her cheek. He said tenderly, "Uncle is serious, Uncle will marry you."
