Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 972 - 968: Still Trying to Run the Game
"Uncle, I’m not related to you. Why do you want to take care of me?" Sophie Foster pouted, her eyes filled with mischief.
"Hmm? Not related to me?" Nicholas Croft feigned displeasure, furrowing his brows. "What about that night?"
"That night?" Sophie raised an eyebrow in return, her eyes glimmering with even more mischief. "Of course, I paid for a gig—" she was cut off by Nicholas Croft, his lips pressing down to seal her teasing words, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other supporting her back, his tall and slender body pushing down, making Sophie instinctively lean backward.
"Lara...your body is so soft..." A muffled phrase escaped between their connected lips and teeth as Nicholas Croft’s lips wandered down from Sophie’s chin to her neck, softly sucking and kissing.
"Mm...Uncle...don’t do this..." Sophie felt that if it weren’t for the arm holding her waist, she might fall. Her waist felt like it was breaking, sore and aching, her chest tightly pressed under his weight.
"Lara..." A murmur came from near her chest as the man’s nimble tongue unbuttoned Sophie’s pajamas, gently and protectively kissing her while the large hand on her back started to rove restlessly.
"Uncle wants to cherish you..."
Sophie Foster...
Clutching Nicholas Croft’s shoulder tightly, she complained, "Bad Uncle."
"What’s wrong?" Nicholas Croft released Sophie, lifting her up at the same time, his laughing eyes like ink, his lowered voice clearly hoarse.
Sophie glared at the man mournfully, her small mouth puffed out in dissatisfaction. "Obviously you just want to spend the night with me, yet you say you want to cherish me..."
Nicholas Croft...
For the first time hearing these words so matter-of-factly from a girl, he looked at Sophie speechlessly, softly biting her lip, and said, "Lara, you’re not cute at all like this."
"How can I be considered cute? By satisfying you?" Sophie’s face showed even more displeasure, and Nicholas Croft sighed inwardly, "Although Uncle really wants to, if Lara refuses, Uncle won’t force."
A thirty-year-old man thought saying this would make Sophie unwilling to reject him. He intended to keep up the act, but Sophie unexpectedly wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling mischievously, "Uncle, actually Lara wants to, but..."
"But what?" Seeing the mischief in Sophie’s eyes, Nicholas Croft felt a bad premonition, asking subconsciously, only to see Sophie smile and say, "I’m on my period, can’t do it. If you like breaking the rules, I won’t mind."
"Little rascal, playing tricks on me. Let’s see how I deal with you!"
Nicholas Croft pressed his lips down again, gently nibbling Sophie’s face and neck, making her giggle non-stop while dodging, "Uncle, stop... Lara’s going to be late for work..."
Eventually, Sophie didn’t go to work, clinging to Uncle Nicholas’s arm and being led into a tea house, where they ordered a table full of delicious food, each dish something she had never tried before.
Soup dumplings and various unnamed pastries, Sophie tasted each one, nodding agreeably if she found them tasty, "This one’s good," but wrinkling her nose in disdain if she didn’t like it, "This one’s awful, Uncle, how could you pick this, such a waste..."
While Sophie ate breakfast, Nicholas Croft kept smiling. Even though she had picked all the dishes herself, she still wanted him to take the blame, but he liked it—what could he do? He liked her little cleverness, her innocent mischief.
