Sitting in Nicholas Croft's car, Sophie Foster's lips were always curving upwards. Uncle Nicholas didn't want her gone; he was just intentionally ignoring her because she had made a mistake...
Turning to look at the man seriously driving, she clung to Nicholas Croft's arm like sticky rice. "Uncle..."
"Hmm?" Nicholas Croft glanced over, thinking she had something to say, but Sophie just smiled up at him with her small face, continuing to call, "Uncle."
With a light laugh, Nicholas Croft's eyebrows and eyes softened. He grabbed Sophie's hand, kissed it, and then placed it on the steering wheel.
He always knew her dependency on him. Even though she was more mature than others her age, she was still a child who hadn't yet grown up.
Back at the villa, Aunt Wang had prepared a late-night snack, cola chicken wings, Sophie's favorite.
