Titus Zane and Beatrice Hargrave nestled on the sofa, holding red wine in their hands, and the two women chatted until late before going to sleep.
Early the next morning, Titus Zane was awakened by the doorbell.
After a night of hangover, her head ached fiercely.
She got out of bed, casually grabbed a shawl to wrap around herself, and with one hand rubbing her swollen temples and the other clutching the shawl, she walked over to open the door.
Titus Zane was momentarily stunned by the man standing at the door, but her sleepiness cleared up instantly.
"You..."
"Is Beatrice Hargrave here at your place?" Nicholas Croft asked, his well-mannered voice always sounded refined when he spoke.
"Oh, yes, she's here." Titus Zane was unclear on how Nicholas Croft found the hotel she was staying in.
"May I come in?" Standing in front of the door, Nicholas Croft politely asked, appearing every bit the gentleman he was three years ago.
