The fine eyelashes were long and straight, casting a shadow on the under-eye area. His nose was high and prominent, with the hand lighting a cigarette concealing the chiseled chin.
Staring at Nicholas Croft’s profile, Sophie Foster said, "Uncle, you’re really handso."
Nicholas Croft looked up, playing with the closed lighter unconsciously between his fingers, took a drag of the cigarette, then carelessly blew out the smoke, his black eyes glinting with amusent, "How handso?"
Perhaps due to fatigue or because the man in front of her was too striking, Sophie’s gaze was sowhat dazed, "So handso, even more than a fawn!"
Nicholas Croft frowned disapprovingly. Comparing a successful man like him to a young idol felt like lowering his own status.
Taking another drag, he raised his eyebrows as he exhaled the smoke, "Do you like the fawn?"
"It’s okay," Sophie lowered her gaze to her swinging feet, and Nicholas raised his eyebrows once more, "If you’re his fan, I can get you his signed photo." An artist from his own company, getting a photo was just a matter of a word.
Nicholas initially intended to use this opportunity to get closer to Sophie, but unexpectedly, she turned and said seriously, "I’m not into celebrities."
Pressing his lips together, Nicholas experienced his first setback in courting.
Leaning back, he took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said nothing more.
Sophie swung her legs out of boredom. Normally talkative and cheerful, her fatigue made her uninterested in chatting this ti.
The atmosphere felt a bit strange, Nicholas took a drag and asked, "What’s wrong? Not happy?"
Sophie turned and smiled slightly, "No, just a bit sleepy."
"If you’re sleepy, why not go ho and rest?" Residency at nightclubs ans work hours should be casual.
"I still have to go on stage later." As she spoke, Sophie covered her mouth as she yawned again. With only three resident singers, she might earn more tips after the other two finished their shifts.
To earn more tips, she was always the last to leave; of course, last night was an exception.
Nicholas exhaled a puff of smoke, nodded towards the sofa, "Take a nap here, tell your performance ti and I’ll wake you."
"How could I do that?" Sophie hesitated with a smile, but her little thoughts were obvious to Nicholas. Taking another drag, he said, "Go ahead, you’ll still get your tips."
"Hehe..." Sophie laughed shyly, "Then I won’t stand on ceremony."
With that, she took off her purple wig, laid down on the sofa, and rested her head on her hands, legs on the ground, and closed her eyes. Perhaps too tired, despite the constant noise of drinking gas and chatter from the adjacent booth, she quickly fell asleep.
Watching the girl curled up in front of him, Nicholas’s handso face softened, slowly exhaling smoke, his gaze constantly fixated on the sleeping girl’s face.
Perhaps uncomfortable, the sleeping girl frowned, tugging at her small leather jacket. Nicholas paused his smoking movent, hesitated for a mont, then discarded his cigarette butt and draped his coat over Sophie.
It was almost dawn, and Sophie was still asleep, while Nicholas, seemingly in no rush to leave, sat lounging in the sofa, sipping red wine, his gaze always on Sophie’s face.
Perhaps it was because he hadn’t sought a woman for a long ti, Nicholas realized that he was especially drawn to this little kitten, wanting to take her away and shield her under his wings.
Because he could tell, other girls might sing at nightclubs for dreams, but this little kitten was doing it to make ends et.
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