Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 940 - 936: With You Holding Me Like This, How Would I Know?
Putting down the goblet, Nicholas Croft leaned forward to pick up the cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette and held it between his lips, lit it with a platinum lighter, took a puff, then tossed the cigarette case back onto the low table, and lazily leaned back into the chair again, contentedly looking toward the stage, holding the cigarette in one hand, and absentmindedly fiddling with the lighter in the other.
With a thud, something heavy fell from above, landing directly next to Nicholas Croft, and before he could see clearly what it was, the heavy object had already curled into his arms.
Two men were coming from behind; in a panic, Sophie Foster buried her face into Nicholas Croft’s abdomen, clinging tightly to his shirt, her breath barely brushing through the fabric of his trousers to a sensitive spot.
Seeing that it was the purple-haired nonconformist from the stage earlier, Nicholas Croft leaned back again, resting the hand holding the lighter on the backrest, casually smoking while absentmindedly flipping the lighter open and shut.
Lowering his gaze to glance at the woman who had willingly thrown herself into his embrace, he exhaled smoke with a playful expression.
"Where is she, went where? She had clearly run here just now..." The two men stood beside the booth where Nicholas Croft was, searching around while conversing. Sophie pressed her face down further, one hand tracing along Nicholas Croft’s arm, forcibly placing it upon herself.
Nicholas Croft cooperated by neither moving nor pushing her away, transferring the cigarette to the hand playing with the lighter, taking another puff, and glancing down at the girl buried in his sensitive spot, blowing smoke.
Hearing footsteps recede, Sophie Foster slowly turned her head, still hiding in Nicholas Croft’s arms, only a small part of her face visible. Not seeing the two men’s figures, she tentatively sat up, but just as she did, one of the men searching ahead turned around. Instinctively, Sophie Foster pulled down the purple wig and pressed Nicholas Croft’s handsome face toward her, kissing him.
Everything happened in a flash, Sophie’s reaction as swift as lightning.
"Eh? Just saw her here, how come she’s gone again?" The two men quickly came to Nicholas Croft’s booth, only to see a couple kissing: the woman had long black hair, not the person their boss had instructed them to bring back.
One of them scratched his head, muttering to himself, while the other looked around before suddenly focusing on the couple, and secretly tugged his companion, gesturing toward Nicholas Croft, whispering, "Could it be her...?"
Sophie, feigning a kiss with Nicholas Croft, attentively listened, and upon hearing the men talk like that, decisively hooked her arms around Nicholas Croft’s neck, pressing his handsome face entirely toward herself.
The kiss was so intense it was almost discomforting to watch. The current scene was Sophie laying with her head back on Nicholas Croft’s lap, with the latter’s handsome face buried in hers...
Though Nicholas Croft’s face couldn’t be clearly seen, the platinum lighter in his hand resting on the backrest made it evident that this man was of wealth and prestige—a kind of person they couldn’t afford to provoke.
Seeing the couple kissing with "such devotion," one of them angrily glanced, raised a hand, "Let’s go!"
Sophie Foster heard the men’s conversation but not the sound of footsteps, tightly hooking Nicholas Croft’s neck, quietly asking, "Did they leave?"
"With you holding me like this, how would I know?" In a teasing tone, Nicholas Croft didn’t seem bothered by Sophie Foster’s impetuous act. At this moment, their faces were very close, and despite not actually kissing, Sophie Foster’s urgent movement had caused their lips to brush against each other, so much so that when speaking, their moving lips would graze each other’s.
