Chapter 255 - 251, I often got hurt when I lived at your house
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Chapter 255: 251, I often got hurt when I lived at your houseTitus Zane...
Why does she feel like Nathan Moore is taking advantage of her?
All night, referring to his woman, please, she is independent, they have had nothing to do with each other for a long time!
Meeting Beatrice Hargraveās gaze, Titus Zane smiled and said, "I have a connection with little Beatrice, fate would have it we met by chance at the airport on my first day back to the country..."
Titus Zaneās reply was clever, no one could pick out any faults, and by calling Beatrice Hargrave "little Beatrice," it further confirmed the intimacy of their relationship.
"Exactly! Beautiful women are always attractive to each other!" With Titus Zaneās remark, Beatrice Hargrave became even more proud, lifting her chin higher.
A few men continued to chat for a while and then stood up to leave.
Evander Lancaster and Felix Shaw, both single, each drove off in their cars, without any burden.
Titus Zane was stuffed into Nathan Mooreās car, and he quickly walked around to the driverās side door, as if afraid she would run away.
Beatrice Hargrave took the initiative to get into Nicholas Croftās luxury car without any hesitation; it was his responsibility to take her back home as he was the one who had picked her up.
Four luxury cars each went in their own direction.
"Nathan Moore, take me back to the hotel." Seeing that Nathan Moore was driving towards his villa, Titus Zane spoke up, reminding him coolly and assertively.
"The house is so much more convenient, the hotel is so small." Looking ahead, Nathan Moore muttered, his voice a bit soft, sounding not very confident.
"I want to go back to the hotel!"
Nathan Moore was still driving with determination, but the fleeting frown was quite childish.
Without more words, with an authoritative turn, Nathan Mooreās SUV headed towards the hotel where Titus Zane was staying.
In front of the hotelās entrance, Nathan Moore was still making his last effort.
"You really want to stay here?"
"Hmm," Titus Zane nodded, her full lips slightly lifting.
"My house is free."
"I prefer staying in hotels."
"But my house has plenty of rooms."
"Hotels have plenty of rooms too."
"Hotels have too many guests, itās not safe."
"I used to get injured often when I stayed at your place." As the past was mentioned, Titus Zaneās lip corners kept upturned, and her European-style eyes showed no excess emotion.
Nathan Moore...
No more pleasant conversation.
Sighing, "Alright then."
Unlocking the car door, Titus Zane pushed it open and got out, not even saying goodbye, and walked straight into the hotel.
Watching the woman walk away without a second glance, Nathan Moore couldnāt help but complain, "Such a cold woman!"
Sitting in the back seat, watching as the luxury car drove in a direction that was definitely not the way to her own house, Beatrice Hargrave couldnāt help but turn her head in curiosity.
"Uncle Nicholas, where are we going?"
Nicholas Croft, with his eyes closed, leaning back, hands clasped together, said lazily, "To my house."
"Uncle Nicholas!" Beatrice Hargraveās eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes, Iām listening," Nicholas Croftās voice remained lazy as he kept leaning back, the mature and steady man, engaged in a business that required him to socialize almost daily, thus employing a professional driver.
Looking at the man resting with his eyes closed, Beatrice Hargrave pouted, shoulders drooping.
"Uncle Nicholas, donāt you realize what youāre doing is wrong?"
"Hmm."
Another indifferent response, and Beatrice Hargrave began to doubt whether he was even listening to her.
But even if he wasnāt listening, she had to say it.
"Youāre my sisterās fiancĆ©, and now youāre taking me back..."
Beatrice Hargrave hadnāt finished speaking when Nicholas Croft interrupted her.
"Let me correct you, I am not Hannah Hargraveās fiancĆ©."
"But my sister has always considered you as her fiancƩ!" Beatrice Hargrave blinked, puzzled.
"Thatās her wishful thinking."