Chapter 442: 438, Kiss
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."
Beatrice Hargrave never knew that this man she had known for so long could speak such charming love talk, nor that he would propose to her in such a public concert.
Looking at the affectionate man in front of her, Beatrice Hargrave kept covering her lips, her tears flowing incessantly, forgetting to respond.
In the audience, someone shouted, "Marry him!" and then, the shout stormed forth like a torrent, marry him, Beatrice Hargrave, just say yes...
At this moment, Titus Zane was equally nervous, clutching the glow stick tightly, not knowing what had transpired between Sophie Foster and Nicholas Croft over the years, much less that Sophie had changed her identity.
But she was always aware of Sophie’s love for Nicholas Croft; as a twenty-year-old girl, she never learned to disguise her feelings, every time Nicholas Croft came up in conversation, her eyes would unguardedly show her adoration.
In the chorus of the crowd, Nicholas Croft spoke again.
"Beatrice, would you let me take care of you for a lifetime?"
This time, Beatrice Hargrave didn’t hesitate; stretching out her hand, she nodded through tears, "I will!"
Nicholas Croft stood up, feeling relieved, grasped Beatrice Hargrave’s hand, and pulled her into his arms, bowing his head for a lingering kiss.
The music started again, playing back the chorus of the song Beatrice Hargrave had just finished singing, never knowing love could be so beautiful, meeting you is the greatest fortune of my life...
Fireworks lit up again around the stadium, watching the two people kissing passionately on stage, Titus Zane was also moved, smiling slightly at the corners of her lips, and deeply sighed.
Perhaps influenced by the passionate kiss on stage, couples in the audience also started kissing, including Felix Shaw and Mia Foster.
In the moment of emotion, the grip on her waist tightened, and Titus Zane sharply turned her gaze, and was then breathlessly kissed by the man next to her.
The kiss, tender and lingering, as if cherishing a treasure, Nathan Moore’s large hand gently cradled Titus Zane’s face, his eyes lowered looking at her attentively and affectionately, his warm tongue tracing her contours again and again.
But he didn’t probe any deeper because she was merely enduring, not responding.
He could wait, wait until she willingly gave herself fully to him.
Perhaps it was the stirring music in the venue, or perhaps the night sky’s fireworks were too beautiful, gradually, Titus Zane closed her eyes, the corners of her lips unconsciously curled up, and with her little tongue, she tentatively flicked, making the hand on her face remove her glasses placed on the bridge of her nose.
The kiss remained tender and lingering; Nathan Moore’s hands that cradled her face, unknowingly had intertwined with her fingers.
Softly suckling each other’s lips, and the occasional entwining of tongues, both seemed inseparable.