Cradling Nicholas Croft’s handso face, she began kissing him randomly, murmuring coyly, "Uncle... Uncle..." as one small hand started restlessly tugging at Nicholas Croft’s belt.
"Does Lara want it?" Nicholas Croft pressed a button, sliding the driver’s seat back a bit, and with a firm grip, he pulled Sophie Foster onto his lap, passionately returning her kiss while one large hand gently massaged Sophie’s waist.
"Yes, Lara wants it now," Sophie Foster withdrew her little face and small hands to undo Nicholas Croft’s belt, saying as she worked, "Lara wants to drain Uncle dry so you won’t have any energy to find other won!"
Nicholas Croft...
He couldn’t help but chuckle, pinching Sophie’s chin and pecking her lips, "Little thing, Uncle doesn’t have other won."
"I don’t care, tonight I must drain Uncle dry!" A drunken Sophie Foster was very persistent, her small hands already opening Nicholas Croft’s belt.
Nicholas Croft believed himself to be a disciplined man, but since eting Sophie Foster, he was always enticed by this little thing, enjoying pressing her down, watching her peach-blossom-like face call for him in a daze, "Uncle..."
Listening to Sophie Foster’s continuous murmuring, Nicholas Croft found it amusing yet heart-wrenching, his little one was always insecure. He cupped Sophie’s face, kissed her, and gently said, "Uncle is all yours..."
It’s said that drunken n are troubleso, but actually a drunken woman is the sa. In the closed car cabin, Sophie Foster kept demanding, "More, more..." Her cat-like cries made Nicholas Croft’s blood boil.
He kissed Sophie’s forehead, took so tissues from the compartnt to clean them both up before carrying the sleeping little one back to the room.
At the press conference, Nicholas Croft briefly instructed his assistant before leaving in a hurry. At that ti, Hannah Hargrave was sitting on the stage chair, facing the dia journalists. Although she was curious about where Nicholas Croft went, she couldn’t leave unexpectedly.
Until the conference ended, Hannah Hargrave hurriedly called out to Nicholas Croft’s assistant, "Assistant Tang, where’s Nicholas? Why did he leave before the conference ended?"
"Oh, the president went to handle so private matters." Assistant Tang said politely. Hannah Hargrave frowned, "Private matters? What private matters could Nicholas possibly have?" Nicholas Croft’s hotown was in another province, with only him working hard alone here, so Hannah couldn’t think of any private matters he might have.
"I’m not quite sure about that." Assistant Tang apologized, then politely asked, "Ms. Hargrave, is there anything else? If not, I have to continue working."
"Oh, nothing, go ahead," Hannah Hargrave forced a smile, thought for a mont, then took out her phone to call Nicholas Croft.
Nicholas Croft had already fallen asleep holding Sophie Foster. Hearing the vibration of the phone placed by the bed, he casually reached for it and picked up the call.
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