But she still pretended not to understand and blinked, asking, "Uncle Nicholas, where are you taking me?"
"To my home," Nicholas Croft leaned back in the rear seat, closed his eyes and rested. During this time, he had gatherings almost every day and hardly rested.
"Uncle Nicholas!" Beatrice Hargrave called out in surprise. Nicholas responded lightly with a "hmm" and lazily said, "I'm listening."
At this moment, Nicholas Croft wore a navy blue suit, and the trench coat draped over his shoulders was in the same color scheme. His hands were clasped in front, leaning back in the seat with his eyes closed.
His short hair was styled with gel, neatly combed back. Even in the dim light of the car, from Beatrice's angle, the contour of his side profile remained deep and clear.
Once, just by looking at his side profile, she couldn't help but reach out her finger, tracing his broad forehead, sliding slowly along the bridge of his nose.
