Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 42 Fed by Marcus

Chapter 42 Fed by Marcus

It was unexpected that the narrative changed so fast. At a closer look, several other Brook family members at the dinner table were surprised. Apparently, they all knew that Marcus had a fetish about cleanliness.

But Nancy didn't know it. She was happier after seeing her brother enjoy the food she picked up for him, and her little tummy ended up full and bloated. There was one more person in the group going for a walk today.

Nancy ran around following Adolph and Harley. Occasionally, she went to the garden to take the swings, and her father pushed her gently behind.

As for the walking exercise, nearly everybody enjoyed it. However, there was only one exception. Marcus was so cool and indifferent the whole time that made Windy and the Elderly Mr. Brook dissatisfied.

How could that warm, lovely boy as a kid grow up to be like this!

In fact, this was because Nancy's missing hit him really hard.

It was all the fault of those people back then!

After Marcus came back, Nancy especially loved to hang around with him, following him like a little tail and calling him "brother"in a soft and sweet voice from time to time.

Marcus would never get tired of responding to his little sister. Although every time he responded with one word only, the little one would still be happy.

"Marcus."

When it was time to go back, Nancy took small steps to Marcus's side. The little girl boldly grabbed her brother's bony forefinger with her tiny soft hand.

Marcus's fingers were slightly cool, but the weather was hot now, so the coolness was just right for her.

"Brother Marcus, why are your hands cold?"

Nancy raised her little face and asked softly. The little girl stared at her brother with sparkling eyes, but she could only see his delicate chin because Marcus was much taller than she was.

Marcus slightly flexed the finger that was grabbed by her, "I don't know."

Nancy followed him slowly, and at the same time, Marcus also slowed down for his little sister.

"So are your hands cold in winter?"

Marcus nodded.

Nancy then looked at him with a heartfelt look.

Marcus got confused.

"You must be very cold. My hands are warm. When winter comes, I will hold your hands."

Marcus looked down at the lovely little one and a small, unobtrusive smile curved his thin lips.

"That's a good idea." He answered. Nancy smiled even happier, like a little sun, pretty and warm.

When they came back from the stroll, Marcus went to the study to deal with endless work.

Nancy left her elder brother's study reluctantly. Though she was welcome to stay and have fun herself, she didn't want to disturb Marcus's work anymore.

"I didn't expect Nancy to be so clingy to Marcus."

James replied with a twinge of jealousy in his heart, "I have no idea why Nancy likes my icy son so much!"

Obviously, he was jealous.

Windy rolled her eyes, "Why are you jealous of your own son? It is so childish."

James said stubbornly, "Obviously, Nancy used to be the clingiest to me."

At that moment, the Elderly Mr. Brook walked past and had a disdainful glimpse, "What nonsense are you talking about? Nancy likes to stick with me the most."

James was unconvinced, "Dad, honestly speaking, as long as I'm not at work, Nancy is apparently with me for most of the time, is that right?"

The father and son started arguing again while Windy felt bored and walked away. She had no idea why such an elegant and calm husband become so childish.

Windy went to the kitchen to prepare the fruit, and Nancy ran in with clattering steps.

Windy fed her a big round grape instantly. One side of her cheeks was bulging as she ate the big grape. And there was a sparkle in her shining, luminous eyes. Even though now she could see the scene every day, Windy was still touched by her lovely baby girl.

"How lovely my baby is!"

Windy squatted down and gently poked Nancy's bulging cheeks, which immediately sunk into a small nest. Nancy looked at her mother with big flashing eyes. What an adorable girl!

Windy hugged her daughter and kissed her on the cheek.

Nancy chewed and swallowed the grapes in her mouth and padded up to give her mother an intimate kiss too.

"My daughter is so cute."

"My mother is so beautiful!"

The mother and daughter started to praise each other in turns, and then both laughed.

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The little girl put her hands on the kitchen counter. She fixed her large limpid eyes on the fruit that had been washed already.

"Mummy, what kind of fruit does Marcus like to eat?"

As soon as Windy heard this, she knew that Nancy wanted to send fruit to her son.

"You are so fond of Marcus, huh?" Windy asked amused.

Nancy nodded meekly, "I love him much."

She answered in a soft, sweet voice.

Windy rubbed her hairy head, "Marcus is so icy. Many kids were scared to cry."

Nancy puffed out her cheeks and defended Marcus.

"They're timid."

"And Marcus is very kind." She added softly.

It's not Marcus's fault, she thought.

Windy burst out laughing and handed her a filled fruit plate, "Come on. I know your Marcus is very nice. Here you are."

Nancy blushed shyly, reached out to cup the fruit plate, and ran off on short legs.

Then she came to the study, opened the door and looked inside.

Marcus sat indifferently on the leatherwork chair, stared at the computer, and responded occasionally to someone else in an impersonal voice like an inanimate robot. It seemed even through the screen, you could feel the strong sense of oppression brought by him.

The subordinate staff from the other side of the computer were used to him like this. Moreover, they all admired him very much, who was a god-like existence for them.

Nancy probed with a fruit plate and wondered if she should go in. The little girl seemed to hesitate in walking in. She wanted to share the food with her brother, but she was afraid of disturbing him.

"Come in."

A familiar indifferent voice came from inside, but if listened carefully, there was an imperceptible tenderness hidden.

Seemed to be discovered, Nancy tiptoes in embarrassment and walked in with a fruit tray in her little arms.