Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 76 Marcus' Younger Sister

Chapter 76 Marcus' Younger Sister

Marcus was speechless.

Marcus cut off the connection between his mobile phone and the projector screen.

There was a burst of whining in the studio.

"Please don't do that, Mr. Brook!"

"I want to see your younger sister again. Nancy in the video is even more beautiful than in the photo!"

"We will just watch the screen and keep silent. Please don't go!"

Marcus ignored them and left the studio with his mobile phone, despite workers' complaints.

Some workers could faintly hear Nancy's sweet voice coming from the phone when Marcus got to the door.

Nancy asked, "What's wrong?"

Nacy's voice was sweeter than all the voices those workers had ever heard. They envied Marcus having such a cute younger sister.

"Some people are going crazy."

Marcus explained casually. He looked at Nancy on the screen gently and asked her what she was doing in a soft voice.

Nancy spent a long time on the video call talking to Marcus. Marcus rarely spoke, but Nancy kept merrily talking about what happened today.

"Marcus, I ate sweet-scented osmanthus pastries today. They were as white as snow and covered with a layer of honey. They tasted sweet and soft. I also made a new and good-looking friend."

A shadow of a smile touched Marcus' mouth. He felt Nancy was sweeter than the osmanthus pastries.

Marcus was curious about Nancy's new friend.

He squinted his eyes and asked Nancy about her new friend calmly. He rested assured when knowing Nancy's new friend was Oliver. He didn't meet Oliver before, but he knew Oliver was the successor of the Barton family.

Nancy mumbled and yawned. She was drowsy but was reluctant to hang up.

Then Nancy spoke in an increasingly lower voice. Her phone slipped out of her hand and suddenly fell on the bed. Marcus could only hear Nancy's breath.

Marcus frowned and wondered if Nancy tucked herself in.

Just as Marcus hesitated about waking Nancy up, the door of the bedroom was opened.

Ivan entered the bedroom in a shirt and cropped pants, yawning. His slender fingers were still stained with pigments, and his soft hair was unkempt.

"Nancy?"

Ivan walked up to the bed and found Nancy in her pajamas lying on the bed. "Well, you fell asleep."

Ivan carefully tucked Nancy in. Ivan found Nancy's phone on the covers and picked it up. He unexpectedly saw a stern face on the screen.

"Oh my god!"

With an exclamation, Ivan threw the phone away and froze. His eyes grew round in surprise. Obviously, Ivan was frightened.

"How strange it is."

Ivan thought the man on the screen was familiar.

"Marcus!"

Ivan let out a scream and crawled quickly onto the bed to grab Nancy's phone. Then he knelt on the bed and apologized to Marcus repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Marcus. I thought you were a ghost just now! Sorry, I don't mean you are a ghost. I mean you just look like a ghost. No no..."

After Ivan explained incoherently for a while, Marcus interrupted him.

"Shut up."

Ivan instantly became quiet, drooping his head and shoulders silently. He just stared at Marcus on the phone screen.

"Don't wake Nancy up."

Ivan closed his mouth with a zip gesture to show he understood.

"Tuck Nancy in. Don't let Nancy catch a cold. Check the air conditioner in the room and set a suitable degree."

"After doing these, you can just get out."

Ivan did as Marcus said. He carefully tucked Nancy in and left the bedroom.

Marcus said, "Leave the phone here."

"Oh, I got it." Ivan ran back to the bedroom quickly. He put the phone on the bedside table and slipped away.

When Ivan walked out of the bedroom, he hit his forehead, "This is my bedroom!"

Ivan felt Marcus said a lot today and carefully asked him to do many things! Ivan doubted why Marcus was quite another person.

Ivan turned back to the bedroom. He yawned, pulled up the covers, and crawled under. Ivan held Nancy in his arms and slept comfortably.

Ivan felt Nancy was as warm as toast.

When Ivan woke up the next morning, he happily took Nancy to his studio. There was an easel in the middle and a paper on the easel. The paper drew some visible lines instead of being blank.

Ivan's studio was warm. Ivan looked youthful and innocent in a sweater and white cropped pants. He held Nancy's hand and ran towards the easel excitedly. Ivan was as happy as a child showing off his beloved toy.

"Nancy, Look! I thought about the composition of this painting last night. I'll give this painting to you as a gift when I'm done."

The painting was about Nancy who was sitting inside a pavilion and being fed like a cute animal.

In the painting, there was one beautiful hand on the left and another on the right. Both hands were holding snow-white and delicious pastries. One of the pastries was bitten. Nancy was sitting on a stool and eating the pastries with relish, resting her chin in her hands.

The two people who fed Nancy had a vague depiction in the painting. Their faces couldn't be seen clearly, but their graceful bearing was somewhat visible. The only one that could be seen clearly was Nancy, who was in the middle of the painting. Ivan hadn't finished his painting yet.

"It's beautiful. You are amazing!"

Nancy praised Oliver sincerely. Ivan was happier and more satisfied than when he got an award for his painting.

Ivan scratched his head, his ears gradually turned red. He felt shy because of Nancy's praise.

"Wait for me. I'll finish this painting soon."

After Ivan finished speaking, he sat down to draw. Nancy didn't bother Ivan and also sat on the stool beside him quietly. Gee was mewing around at Nancy's feet, and Nancy held it in her arms. Both Nancy and Gee watched Ivan drawing attentively.

When people were doing something they liked, they tended to be attentive. Ivan was no exception. The moment Ivan started painting, he was quite another person. Ivan looked earnest and reliable and his innocence of childhood disappeared.

For Ivan, it wasn't just about painting. He was endowing the painting with life and vitality.

Drawing pictures was actually boring because it took hours or even days to complete good work. During this period, painters had to keep sitting on the stool and immerse themselves in their

thoughts about every detail and every color.

An hour passed quietly. Nancy witnessed Ivan making the painting increasingly vivid and detailed. Nancy was shocked and also admired Ivan even more.

Nancy wondered whether Ivan had a photographic memory. He drew Nancy's fluffy clothes in detail!

Nancy thought Ivan was doing magic tricks.

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Someone called Nancy. She turned her head and saw her mother standing at the entrance of the corridor.

Nancy immediately ran over with Gee nestling in her arms.

"Mom."

Windy smiled and stroked Nancy's head. Nancy also tilted her head affectionately and rubbed it against Windy's hand, just like a lovely kitten.

"Your friend came to find you."

Nancy looked at Windy blankly and wondered who came to find her.

"Your friend also came with a big black dog."

Windy's words reminded Nancy instantly of her new friend. Nancy smiled and said softly.

"It's Oliver who came here."