Chapter 1310: Chapter 1305: Not Resisting Is a Kind of Acquiescence
"Who is responsible for the lady’s suffering? Why hasn’t the gentleman sued her?" Upon hearing that Sophie Foster’s accident was premeditated, Xiao Mei glared angrily.
Nicholas Croft put down the soup bowl, picked up the rice bowl again, and spooned rice to feed Sophie Foster. "There’s no evidence yet to prove she did it, so..."
"Oh my dear sir! How can you think this way? Whether there’s evidence or not, have the police arrest her first. With your status, interrogate her harshly and see if she confesses!"
Nicholas Croft lightly mocked her and picked up a piece of green vegetable to feed Sophie Foster again. "Things aren’t as simple as you think. The other party’s social circle is as strong as mine. Even if I report it, she would be bailed out within a day, and instead of punishing the villain, it would alert them."
"So you’re saying that villain is as rich and influential as you?" Xiao Mei opened her eyes wide in surprise, biting her chopsticks as she stared at Nicholas Croft, waiting for an answer.
"More or less." Nicholas Croft spooned soup again and fed it into Sophie Foster’s mouth. She cooperated by opening her mouth, appearing obedient and eating whatever he fed her without being picky. Furthermore, she showed no interest in his conversation with Xiao Mei.
Xiao Mei bit her chopsticks, frowned, and racked her brain, suddenly widening her eyes at Nicholas Croft. "Sir, is the villain you mentioned your current wife, Miss Hannah Hargrave?"
As soon as Xiao Mei mentioned Hannah Hargrave’s name, Nicholas Croft instantly held up his finger to shush her, then instinctively turned to Sophie Foster, who still had her mouth open towards him as if she hadn’t comprehended their conversation.
Knowing she had said something wrong, Xiao Mei stuck out her tongue and quickly buried her head in eating.
In the afternoon, Nicholas Croft accompanied Sophie Foster to the Department Store.
At noon, after he had fed her lunch, Sophie Foster leapt off the stool like a child and headed back to her bedroom to swing. When Nicholas Croft returned to the bedroom after his lunch, Sophie Foster had resumed her cold demeanor.
Upon hearing the door open, she turned her head and gave a cold glance. "Nicholas Croft, I want to go shopping!"
Seeing Sophie’s tone and icy expression, Nicholas Croft knew she was back to normal. Hastily grabbing the car keys, he took her out, and they walked into the Department Store. He instinctively wanted to hold her hand, but she disdainfully shook it off.
All afternoon, Sophie Foster acted like a queen, throwing whatever she liked to the attendants. The tall, handsome man became her attendant, carrying countless bags with both hands, filling the trunk almost to the brim.
Upon returning home, Sophie Foster threw the newly bought clothes onto the bed and stood in front of the wardrobe mirror, trying on one piece after another, completely ignoring Nicholas Croft as if the sole purpose of taking him to the store was to use his card.
Now back in T City, Nicholas Croft couldn’t stay with Sophie Foster 24 hours a day like abroad. He had many things to do: work, and personally meet with the suspect Zhou Qiang.
He took a card from his wallet and handed it to Sophie Foster, saying, "Sweetie, here’s Dad’s supplementary card. Buy whatever you like. Dad has to work tomorrow and can’t accompany you like today."
Sophie Foster had just tried on a newly purchased bra, black and sheer fabric, matching panties too. Her fair skin was exposed before Nicholas Croft, a visually striking beauty.
White skin, long legs, slim waist, and curvy hips... Nicholas Croft vividly remembered the feeling of her long legs wrapping around his waist...
The former her, like an enchanting little pixie, tirelessly clung to him each time, murmuring for more...
The beauty before him invoked vivid hot scenes in Nicholas Croft’s mind. His Adam’s apple bobbed subconsciously. Since she’d improved, they hadn’t really done it properly once.
Though each time she took the initiative, each time halfway through she’d shout, "Cut!"
Then every time would end with the same result, a slap to his face accompanied by "You’re not worthy!"
He’s a man, a robust man with needs and desires. But this period was too special, so he ignored his needs and desires.
Now, the cherished memory was right before him, and Nicholas Croft was losing control.
Holding the supplementary card in hand, his gaze inevitably fell upon Sophie Foster’s chest, unable to look away.
Seeming not to notice Nicholas Croft’s anomaly, Sophie Foster expressionlessly took the card and casually tossed it on the cabinet in front of the bed, then picked up a small white dress.
"Sweetie," Nicholas Croft held Sophie’s wrist, stopping her from trying on the dress, black eyes like deep ink stirred with a whirlpool of desire.
Sophie Foster lifted her gaze at him, her icy eyes devoid of any extra emotion.
Hesitant for a moment, Nicholas Croft stepped forward, his warm lips landing on Sophie’s forehead. "Can I kiss you," he asked softly.
Nicholas Croft’s lips gently nibbled at Sophie’s forehead time and again. Unable to see her expression, Sophie gazed down, long lashes hiding the emotions in her eyes.
Sophie Foster’s non-resistance was indulgence to Nicholas Croft. One hand gripped her wrist, the other pressed against her back, exertedly massaging her while his lips traced down along her nose, finally sealing her lips in a kiss.
It’s been so long since they’d felt this way, devoid of distractions, simply following his heart.
The kiss, intense yet tender, faithfully illustrating her contours, not even sparing her lush lips. His fiery tongue swept through each tooth, luring her to his mouth for a careful taste.
Moved, he grasped her hand and placed it on his aroused part, feeling her acquiescence through her quietness. Nicholas Croft deftly flipped Sophie Foster over, tumbling onto the bed.
Of course, he was beneath her, ensuring no harm to his Lara.
The pile of clothes forming a small mound became a sponge on the big bed. As Nicholas Croft embraced Sophie Foster and rolled again, both lay buried within.
Only those standing close would notice someone on the bed. A distant view only reveals garments rising and falling with a woman’s tender sobbing and a man’s harsh panting.
The first true physical and emotional union in half a year, Nicholas Croft entwined his passion, holding Sophie’s arms around his neck as he supported himself, studied the woman beneath closely.
Though unfamiliar in appearance, her eyes held an emotion he recognized, misted with waterlight, gazing at him with deep affection yet tinged with sorrow...
Nicholas Croft couldn’t bear to witness those watery, misty eyes as they’d stab at his heart painfully. Instead, he buried himself, kissing her lips passionately, biting in resentment as if venting his remorse.
His motions below tender and entwined, finally burying his head in Sophie Foster’s neck crook, he heard her softly murmur, "Uncle."
