After Titus Zane left the suite, Nicholas Croft closed the door, locking it, while his gaze remained fixed on Beatrice Hargrave's face.
Walking back to the bed, he took off his coat, laying it on the bench at the foot of the bed, then sat beside her, gazing at her small sleeping face. His expression grew increasingly gentle, and he couldn't help but lean down, placing his thin lips softly on Beatrice Hargrave's lips for a gentle kiss.
Nicholas Croft swore he only intended a light kiss, but once he felt those tender lips, he couldn't bear to pull away.
Her lips were soft and smooth, like jelly, carrying a unique girlish scent—so sweet. Her small face was also smooth and fair, resting in the palm of his hand with a tickling sensation that traveled directly to his heart.
