Although the brothers could say anything when they were together, without needing to avoid any topic, it was still a little... awkward to be spoken like that by one’s sister-in-law.
He laughed with a "hehe" and said, "Sis-in-law really has a way with people."
Mia Foster raised an eyebrow and smiled. If it weren’t for the fact that he was Felix Shaw’s brother, she wouldn’t even bother joking with him.
The card game ended, and it was still early. Mia Foster was preparing to leave with Felix Shaw, but Felix didn’t want to go.
Having won so much just now, he wanted to press his luck and win more, to settle all his past scores.
After thinking for a while, he made faces at Nicholas Croft.
"Big bro, it’s been days since the bros last got together. Call your little Sophie over, let’s all hang out."
Nicholas Croft understood Felix well after so many years of brotherhood. Under the strict supervision of the old master, one seldom got a chance to cut loose. So, why would he give up before having his fill?
Right away, he agreeably took out his phone and dialed Sophie Foster’s number. As he waited for her to pick up, he lifted his eyes and glanced at the silent Nathan Moore, "You should also give your sister-in-law a call. We’re all brothers here; let’s get together."
If it had been any other time, Nathan Moore would definitely have refused. But remembering that ever since he had "played matchmaker", Titus Zane had been shutting himself up in his room to paint, his brow involuntarily furrowed, and he licked his lips and muttered an "Okay." Instead of calling Titus, he simply instructed his driver to pick Titus up from his house.
When Nathan Moore was instructing the driver to fetch Titus, he did it openly, sitting at the card table in front of all his brothers.
Focused on his own cunning plan, Felix Shaw didn’t think much of it, but Nicholas Croft and Evander Lancaster exchanged a look, their eyes darkening.
The two exchanged a glance, said nothing, but shared a knowing smile, and then simultaneously looked over at Nathan Moore, who was fixated on his phone.
It’s always the player who is confused, and that’s exactly what his own brother was.
Evander Lancaster couldn’t be bothered to meddle anymore. As a brother, he’d spoken his piece, but his advice was never heeded. Humph, just wait and see how regretful he’ll be once it’s gone!
Sophie Foster was the first to arrive at the club. She pushed open the door, poked her little head in while holding the handle, and hehe’d with a smile, waving her little hand.
"Hi! Handsome uncles!"
"Hi, Sophie beauty!" Evander Lancaster and Felix Shaw responded with smiles, while Nathan Moore just looked over with a faint glance.
"Come here," Nicholas Croft beckoned, his tone failing to conceal his doting as he beckoned her over like some beloved pet.
Like a charming little animal, Sophie Foster scurried in and directly jumped into Nicholas Croft’s arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up to coquettishly call out, "Nicholas Uncle~~"
"Have you been a good girl today?" Nicholas Croft lowered his gaze and gently stroked Sophie Foster’s braided hair, his eyes warm and tender.
"Nicholas Uncle, Sophie is always good," Sophie Foster pouted playfully.
Stirred by her, Nicholas Croft’s attractive Adam’s apple bobbed as he resisted the urge to kiss her, ruffled Sophie’s hair fondly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "That’s my good girl."
"Mhm mhm," Sophie Foster nodded obediently, her small hands clinging to Nicholas Croft’s waist as she swayed her upper body and continued to act coquettishly, "Sophie always listens to Nicholas Uncle the most."
Their sticky sweetness was nothing new to the brothers.
The trend of pairing lolitas with older men was in vogue, and after all, Sophie Foster was only nineteen and still considered a child, cute when she played up to someone.
Felix Shaw was too busy periodically opening the card table drawer to count his chips to pay attention to anything else.
Mia Foster sat beside him, watching the sweet interplay between Nicholas Croft and Sophie Foster without hiding her envy.
She turned to Felix Shaw, who was still busy with his chips, and gently called, "Felix."
Felix continued to tinker with the chips, absently responding with an "hmm," "What’s up?"
Mia Foster bit her lip in speechless frustration as she watched his money-obsessed manner.
Yet she couldn’t help but silently wish, ’When will Felix and I ever be this sweet together?’