Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1079 - 1075: He Didn’t Say When He’d Get Engaged to You?

"Hannah, how are things going between you and Nicholas? Why hasn’t he visited the house in such a long time?"

When Nicholas was mentioned, Hannah didn’t know how to respond. That day, Nicholas said that they were just collaborators. If she told her mother what Nicholas had said, she would certainly blame herself for not taking the opportunity despite being by Nicholas’ side for so many years...

Hannah leaned forward to pick up a teacup, sipping the tea and replying nonchalantly, "What else can it be? Just that."

Josephine stopped peeling the apple, turned to look at her daughter, "What do you mean, ’just that’? Don’t brush me off, Hannah. Tell me honestly, are you having a spat with Nicholas? He sent that little tramp back just a few days ago and didn’t stay long. I think their relationship is anything but ordinary!"

Josephine’s words ceased, and Henry, who was reading the newspaper on the single sofa opposite, looked up and rebuked her with disapproval, "Josephine, what nonsense are you talking?"

"Nonsense? Didn’t you see them holding hands when they came in that day?" Josephine retorted defiantly, giving Henry a glance before turning to her daughter, "Hannah, tell me the truth. What did he say after what happened that day?"

Bringing up that film festival incident made Hannah feel guilty. She took another sip of tea, her eyes somewhat evasive, and instinctively glanced at her father. She pretended to smile shyly and said, "Mom, we’re all adults. What could Nicholas say?"

"Did he mention when he’ll propose to you?" Josephine questioned suspiciously.

Seeing her father also looking at her, Hannah placed the teacup back on the coffee table, uneasily licked her lips, and said, "Mom, you and Dad both know that in the entertainment industry, the pressure is high, and many people choose to remain unmarried. Nicholas and I are doing pretty well like this."

"Well? Hannah, you’re already twenty-eight. Are you planning to never get married?"

Josephine asked incredulously. Opposite her, Henry set the newspaper aside and asked sternly, "Hannah, did you have relations with Nicholas?"

Hannah...

That night was too embarrassing. She certainly couldn’t admit to her mother that she had to resolve it on her own later. Facing her father’s stern gaze, Hannah admitted reluctantly, "Yes."

"Hmph," Henry withdrew his gaze, crossed his hands in front, took a deep breath, and seemed to be contemplating something. After a while, he raised his head to look at Hannah, "Was he sober or drunk that time?"

Hannah instinctively glanced at her mother, lowered her head, and stammered, "When we went to the film festival, we drank a bit together, and then..."

"I see," Henry interrupted her before she finished, took a deep breath again, and slapped the armrest of the sofa, "Don’t worry. Nicholas is a responsible man. Over the years, he hasn’t been seen having any scandals with other women. Since he got involved with you, he will certainly take responsibility."

"Grayson, do you really think Nicholas will be responsible for Hannah?" Josephine asked doubtfully, and Henry looked up as she continued, "But I noticed he seems quite attentive to that little tramp!"

Henry...

He looked at his wife coldly, visibly displeased because of her remark "little tramp."

"Josephine, I’ve told you countless times, Mia is also my daughter. Mind how you refer to her going forward!"

"Hmph," Josephine snorted defiantly, "If she’s not a tramp, then what is she? Just like her mother, knowing Nicholas is Hannah’s man yet not showing any shame, even letting him hold her wrist."