Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 961 - 957: If You’re Willing, Come With Me
After a few days together, Nicholas Croft had figured out Sophie Foster’s character. She was a bit clever, a bit sly, but mostly had a childlike nature.
Perhaps it was precisely this unaffected quality of Sophie Foster that attracted him to her; being around her required no pretense.
After singing, Sophie Foster habitually went to Nicholas Croft’s VIP booth, called him "Handsome Uncle," then sat down heavily, pulled off her wig, threw it on the low table, and rested her head on Nicholas Croft’s lap, lying down on the sofa.
Because he once saw her sleeping uncomfortably, Nicholas Croft had moved her to his lap, and since then, his long legs had become Sophie Foster’s pillow. Whenever she finished singing, she’d snuggle over to rest, and Nicholas Croft naturally became the night watcher.
With her head on Nicholas Croft’s lap, Sophie Foster closed her eyes, "Uncle, I’m going to nap for a bit. Call me when no one’s singing."
"Sleep," Nicholas Croft draped his jacket over Sophie Foster’s body, and she curved her lips into a smile, said thanks, and tugged the jacket up, nestling against Nicholas Croft’s lap like a little kitten.
Nicholas Croft leaned over to pour himself some wine, relaxed into the sofa, sipping leisurely. During this period, going to the nightclub seemed to have become a habit. Every night, Sophie Foster would come over to chat with him, though most of the time she was just lying in his booth sleeping.
Yet, he thoroughly enjoyed it.
Tonight Nicholas Croft drank a bit too much, downed most of a bottle of Hennessy himself, and as he looked at the small sleeping face resting on his lap, he subconsciously reached out and touched her.
"Uncle, have they all left?"
Sophie Foster mumbled in a confused voice, and Nicholas Croft glanced at the singer performing on stage, unexpectedly giving a "hmm" in response.
"Uh..." Sophie Foster stretched her arms while lying on his lap, muttering as she got up, "Why did everyone leave so early today..."
Sitting up and glancing towards the stage, she suddenly widened her eyes angrily, saying, "Handsome Uncle, you lied to me!"
"Hmm, I want to take you away." Whether due to the alcohol or not wanting to waste more time, Nicholas Croft’s hand covered Sophie Foster’s face, while his other hand held a wine glass. Staring at her, his eyes showed emotions unfamiliar to Sophie Foster.
"No more singing, come with me."
"Ha, haha..." Sophie Foster awkwardly laughed, casually pushing away Nicholas Croft’s hand, "Handsome Uncle, have you had too much to drink? What are you saying? I don’t understand..."
Nicholas Croft’s large hand cupped her chin again, saying, "If you’re willing, come with me. If not, from now on," he paused, pursed his lips, and said, "I won’t come here again."
"Uncle..." Sophie Foster’s smile faded, and she murmured, looking at Nicholas Croft. For some reason, when she heard him say he wouldn’t return in the future, she felt a subtle sense of loss.
The feeling was hard to describe, almost like... the feeling when her mother left, a discomfort in her chest, reluctance.
"Stay or leave?" Without giving Sophie Foster time to hesitate, Nicholas Croft asked again, seeing her staring blankly at him without reacting, he leaned forward to put down his wine glass, grabbed the jacket, and headed towards the booth’s exit.
Watching that resolute figure, Sophie Foster felt as if she was losing something, instinctively calling out, "Uncle, why are you in such a rush, wait for me!"
Nicholas Croft stopped, his lips curved slightly, he turned his head without saying anything and extended his arm towards Sophie Foster.
Sophie Foster stood up and walked over gloomily, placing her hand into Nicholas Croft’s, puffing her cheeks, "Uncle, wait for me a bit, I’ll go get my bag."
