Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 954 - 950: Having a Hidden Illness Is Nothing to Be Ashamed Of
Filling the glass with foreign liquor and handing it to Nicholas Croft, Sophie Foster proactively clinked glasses with him, "Handsome Uncle, here’s to being so handsome you have no friends!"
Nicholas Croft was a bit at a loss whether to cry or laugh, "Are you cursing me?"
Sophie Foster looked at him as if he were an alien, "Handsome Uncle? That’s how people talk these days, haven’t you heard?"
Nicholas Croft pursed his lips, raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip, then gestured at Sophie Foster, "I’ve heard, but isn’t that what you just said?"
"Handsome Uncle, you’re really good at flirting!" Sophie Foster exclaimed, confident that women wouldn’t have any immunity to such a charming and articulate man.
"Really?" Nicholas Croft feigned innocence, raising an eyebrow, while Sophie Foster, taking a sip of her drink, nodded in an exaggerated manner.
Nicholas Croft spread his empty arm in resignation, "But, I’m still single."
A single high-quality, golden bachelor is the biggest allure for women.
"How come?" As Nicholas Croft finished speaking, Sophie Foster exaggeratedly wrinkled her eyebrows, her astonished expression quite comical. Nicholas innocently spread his hands again, and Sophie gave him a once-over, "Handsome Uncle, you... must be over thirty by now, right? By rights, with your success, your kids should be running errands by now."
Nicholas Croft realized the little kitten had some insight, even guessing his age correctly. He sighed with feigned helplessness, "There’s nothing I can do, I’m already an older young man."
"Uncle, maybe your standards are too high." Sophie Foster sipped her drink while saying this, her tongue casually darted out to swipe across her lips, a seemingly unintentional act that made Nicholas’s eyes dim slightly. He too brought the cup to his lips, taking a sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed more than just the amber liquid.
Seeing that Nicholas didn’t respond, Sophie Foster suddenly had a bold idea, leaning in slightly, she whispered, "Could it be... you have a hidden condition?"
She did remember that night when, in a moment of desperation, she hid in his arms, and he didn’t react for the longest time.
"Cough, cough..." After Sophie Foster spoke, Nicholas Croft began to cough, holding his mouth as the liquor he had just sipped caught in his throat. Sophie quickly put down her glass, moved over, and started patting his chest while complaining.
"Uncle, you’re such a grown man, a hidden condition isn’t something to be ashamed of, why get so worked up!"
Nicholas Croft...
Once he calmed down, he grabbed Sophie Foster’s wrist, his handsome face suddenly drawing close, and with mischief in his eyes as Sophie glared defensively, he said, "Who told you I have a hidden condition? Want to find a secluded spot to test it out?"
"Hehe..." Sophie Foster laughed awkwardly, subtly shimmying backward, "I was just guessing, just guessing, so... no need to get so worked up. Rest assured, even if you really have a hidden condition, I wouldn’t tell anyone..."
Nicholas Croft...
He really wanted to pin this little kitten down and prove right then and there whether he had a hidden condition!
When Sophie Foster forcefully pulled out her wrist, Nicholas released it, gritting his teeth, he said, "Little thing, next time you talk carelessly, you won’t be let off so easily!"
"Hehe, I won’t, Handsome Uncle, I won’t speak carelessly again." Sophie Foster scooted back again, maintaining a safe distance between them.
