"I can give you a comforting hug," Nicholas Croft said with a smile, subtly withdrawing his arm that had been linked by Hannah Hargrave, and gentlemanly opened his arms to the host.

The host looked surprised and delighted, glancing at Sophie Foster beside him, "Mrs. Croft, is that okay?"

Sophie Foster nodded with a smile as well. The tacit understanding between the couple was something beyond ordinary comprehension; Nicholas Croft’s actions not only appeared gentlemanly and considerate but also helped him escape Hannah Hargrave’s entanglement.

"Wow, how fortunate!" As the host hugged Nicholas Croft, they smiled and sighed; on such a chilly day, even a second of warmth was coveted.

Beside them, Hannah Hargrave gave a little shiver, whether intentional or due to the cold, yet maintained a graceful smile.

After the host embraced Nicholas Croft, they resumed their duties, glancing at Hannah Hargrave who shielded her neck with one hand, and jokingly asked, "Director Croft, with President Hargrave dressed so lightly, aren’t you considering a comforting hug for her?"

Under Hannah Hargrave’s expectant gaze, Nicholas Croft pulled his wife into his arms again, smiling, "The host is joking; President Hargrave is my wife’s sister. Some things require discretion."

The rumors between Nicholas Croft and Hannah Hargrave had been evident in the circle; the host raised the request in hopes of stirring discussion to boost the film festival’s ratings, but didn’t expect such a straightforward rejection from Nicholas Croft.

The smile turned slightly awkward, but they could only nod along, "Director Croft is indeed considerate."

The most embarrassed was likely Hannah Hargrave, who had prepared herself when the host suggested, but didn’t anticipate Nicholas Croft’s bluntness.

In front of numerous cameras, all she could do was suppress the jealousy in her heart and force a smile.

After stepping off the red carpet, Nicholas Croft lowered his gaze and asked with concern, "Are you cold? Did it chill the baby?"

Sophie Foster’s thoughts were not on the same wave as his.

"Why did you let Hannah Hargrave hold your arm just now?"

Nicholas Croft replied helplessly, "So many people around, can’t be too obvious."

"Stop making excuses!" Sophie Foster retorted, dissatisfied, crinkling her nose, "Clearly, you didn’t want to shake free. I’m angry; tonight, I forbid you from touching me!"

"Alright, I’ll listen to you," Nicholas Croft said with good temper, lifting the moody pregnant woman into his arms horizontally and walked towards their waiting car. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Behind them, Hannah Hargrave stared intently at their backs, her face adorned with exquisite makeup could be described as ’malicious’, she tightly pursed her lips, eyes slightly narrowed, refusing to withdraw her gaze even after Nicholas Croft’s luxury car drove away.

Harry Zachary helped tighten the cotton coat draped over her shoulders, frowning and muttering to himself, "Wearing so little, not afraid of catching a cold. Look at Director Croft’s wife, draped in fur, elegant and warm..."

Hannah Hargrave suddenly looked over, glaring coldly at Harry Zachary, "As an assistant, your duty is to take good care of me. Where do you get so much nonsense?"

Harry Zachary pursed his lips, weakly echoed, "I’m just concerned about you."

"Hmph! Really think you’re something!" Hannah Hargrave sneered coldly and headed to her van, leaving Harry Zachary standing there; her female assistant shook her head, sighed, and followed Hannah Hargrave.

After returning to the hotel, Hannah Hargrave caught a cold.

Leaning in the warm bathtub, a glass of red wine was placed beside.

Harry Zachary, like a little maid, squatted by her side, applying shower gel and massaging gently over Hannah Hargrave.

Hannah Hargrave took the glass of red wine, sipping lightly, a malicious glint slid across her eyes, speaking coldly, "Handle something for me when we get back!"