Half an hour later, Beatrice Hargrave stood in front of Titus Zane's room. As soon as Titus opened the door, she rushed in, hugging her shoulders and complaining about the cold, her cute manner made Titus laugh uncontrollably.
"Darling, how can you not know to wear a coat in such cold weather?"
"I got into an argument with my sister and ran out in a huff." Beatrice slumped her shoulders. Although she was upset, she didn't mention her quarrel with Josephine Hawthorne. Seeing Titus wearing only a thin nightgown, the two prominent rises on her chest, she couldn't resist reaching out and touching them, giving a playful squeeze and saying with a giggle, "They feel amazing... Nicholas is really lucky,"
...
After fooling around with Titus for a while, Beatrice didn't want to pretend to be innocent anymore. Feeling down, she wanted to use alcohol to drown her sorrows.
"Sister Titus, do you have any wine here?"
