Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 41 Coming Home

Chapter 41 - Coming Home

"Come here," said Marcus in a dull voice.

Holding Harley, Nancy scuttled over with her short legs.

Marcus rubbed her hairy head with his long fingers, looking grim in his black shirt. But Nancy wasn't terrified of him. Instead, she liked to cling to her brother.

"Marcus."

Murmuring in a soft voice, Nancy gazed at the stern young man in front of her with her watery eyes.

Marcus looked at the cat lying lazily in her arms, and with a glance, he saw the dog not far away who was baring his teeth at him but did not dare to step forward.

"Is this your dog?"

Nancy nodded lovingly and explained in a baby's voice, "They grew up with me. The cat's name is Harley, and the dog's name is Adolph."

"Hmm, " said Marcus without asking more questions. He opened a box in his hand displaying a beautiful crystal gemstone bracelet with a beautiful crystal butterfly pendant at the bottom.

He held her wrist with his fingers, which were as white as jade, and put the bracelet on her.

Licking its paws gracefully, Harley gave Marcus a glance with its turquoise eyes before its body lightly jumped from Nancy's arms.

Nancy's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the bracelet. The obsidian pupils shone with a bright star-like light, as clean and translucent as covered in glass, so beautiful that it was

intoxicating.

Marcus looked down at Nancy's big beautiful eyes full of aura, which brought him back to when she was born. At that time, everyone thought they were the most beautiful eyes in the world.

"Brother Marcus, is this a gift for me?"

Nancy lifted her wrist. The bracelet on her wrist glistened under the refraction of the light, emitting a radiant yet soft glow, and the crystal butterfly dangled came to life as if it would spread its wings and fly at any moment.

She liked it so much. She was so happy that her eyes were curved into rounded little crescents. People always had a soft spot for her because of her harmless appearance.

Marcus' icy eyes unconsciously softened a lot.

"Well, it's for you."

Nancy sniffed and took a few steps towards her big brother, leaning into his arms.

Not only was Marcus' temperament cold, but his body was also a little cold, but Nancy didn't feel it at all.

She wrapped her warm hands around Marcus' cold palm and rubbed her face against it like a delicate kitten.

"I'll hold his hands to keep him warm." she thought.

Marcus paused for a moment, with his hands rubbing her soft hair.

Philip, who was dutifully standing behind Marcus was silent.

There was something weird about my master, he thought.

The two siblings were getting along so well that James was jealous, frowning on Marcus from head to toe.

At dinner, Marcus looked at his grandfather and father and said, "When will we hold a banquet to release the identity of Nancy?" © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

They had already agreed to hold a banquet to officially announce her identity after she returned. Their lady cannot be looked down upon by outsiders.

"Preparations are already underway. Nancy's birthday is the first of September, with only a month left. We'll prepare a grand birthday party for her where we high-profile announce her as our Brook family's young lady. In the meantime, we must raise her well and try to fatten her up a bit."

They knew that quite a few people were paying attention to the Brook family. Nancy was too thin now, and it would be better if she could be plumper before the banquet.

They certainly did not mind her figure. No matter what, she was the best.

But there would be many people at the banquet. If Nancy was too thin to be in a good image, it was easy to be commented on by some malicious people. They didn't care about rumours, but they did care about Nancy. Sometimes people spread rumours without thinking, but it was easy to be remembered by children with sensitive minds.

They wanted to prepare a perfect birthday party for Nancy.

Marcus nodded slightly and said nothing.

With a dazed face, before she could even think about what the banquet was about, a large crystal prawn was placed in her bowl.

Marcus peeled the shrimps and put them in the little girl's bowl, then sequentially picked another one out to peel methodically with his bony fingers.

The sleeves of Marcus' black shirt were neatly pulled up to a little below the bend of his arms, revealing his forearm with solid muscles. His fingers were slender with well-defined joints, and the nails were neatly trimmed. Such a pair of hands that footholic would love to collect were now being used to peel shrimp shells, which seemed to be a waste of God's gifts.

Philip wanted to help his master peel the shrimp, but he wouldn't dare to without Marcus' permission.

He took his time peeling the shrimp with jade-carved fingers as if dealing with some artwork, which made people appreciate such beauty.

The second shrimp was quickly peeled completely by Marcus, who then naturally placed it on Nancy's side.

Seeing that she didn't eat them, Marcus asked in a soft voice, "Don't you like it?"

As his voice was cold, what he did was utterly opposite to his chilly temperament.

Even the family members who were familiar enough with him were looking at Marcus with some shock at this moment.

My son/grandson was peeling the shells of shrimps? They thought. He was a person who would not give himself such kind of trouble. Usually, he didn't eat such things with shells. But now, in order to feed Nancy, he really sacrificed a lot.

Nancy shook her head rapidly, with her soft hair tossing along with her, especially the small handful of dull hair on the top of her head.

"No, I enjoy it a lot."

She said as she crammed her rice with the shrimps until her cheeks were round. Those watery eyes were so bright that she resembled a cute little chipmunk.

Seeing how happy she was eating, the corners of Marcus' mouth curved a little with satisfaction before he continued to peel the shrimp and crabs for her. In the case of fish, he carefully picked out all the thorns before putting them into her bowl. However, he didn't eat anything.

To say that Philip was shocked would be an understatement. Who would have thought that their Signorino, who could make a child cry just by standing there, would be a siscon.

"Brother Marcus, eat some too."

Nancy put more food in his bowl.

Philip was about to say something. His master was a clean freak, at least never eating the dishes that someone else had used chopsticks to pinch.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Marcus eating the dishes that Nancy put into his bowl expressionlessly, even with a little leap of joy.

The words just wouldn't come out of Philip's mouth.