Chapter 30

The young couple neared the fireplace, and there were already people gathered there, enjoying the warmth from the fire and laughing loudly, until "Nicholas Harrington." Nicholas heard a man call him, and he grimaced as he saw who it was.

A balding old man with food in his mouth was the one who had called; he had been chewing loudly and had a chicken bit stuck in his mouth. "Hey Nicky boy." He hailed again, and Nicholas frowned. He had heard him the first time; there was no need to call him. And the worst thing was that he insisted on calling him by that dreadful nickname.

"It’s Nicholas." He told him bluntly, but the balding man waved him off, the barbecue sauce from his fingers flying around. Now that he noticed, there was a lady beside him, young enough to be his daughter. No doubt, this beautiful blond was his arm candy.

"Tomato, tomato. Nicholas and Nicky mean the same thing." The man replied before proceeding to lick his fingers clean of the chicken sauce. Nicholas released a si