Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

Chapter 1334 - 1329: Baby, Shall We Play a Game? (Revised)

Sophie Foster fell ill again.Upon waking up, she clung to Nicholas Croft, refusing to leave, pouting her mouth and presenting her wrist for him to blow on it with grievance...

Nicholas Croft understood that she was imagining herself as the baby trapped behind the glass door.

He held her fingertips, patiently blowing on them, spending the whole day coaxing her in the room.

Of course, due to Sophie’s illness, Nicholas Croft finally got to move into the master bedroom. At night, Sophie snuggled in his arms, constantly calling him "Daddy" and playfully asked him to tell her stories.

Nicholas Croft held his phone with one hand and read fairy tales to her.

Sophie rested her head on his arm, her little face pressed against his chest, warm and soft like jade in his arms. Nicholas Croft couldn’t help but be distracted, his large hand unconsciously caressing her cheek restlessly.

Finally, the story ended, Nicholas Croft kissed Sophie’s forehead and softly said, "Daddy’s done telling stories. It’s time for the baby to sleep."

Sophie pouted playfully, "Daddy, kiss goodnight."

With a single "Okay," Nicholas Croft leaned down, and forgive him, it wasn’t intentional—his lips touched hers, and his tongue uncontrollably slipped in, caught playfully by Sophie, who sucked on it while giggling, "It’s fun."

"Baby, how about Daddy plays a game with you?"

Nicholas Croft’s big hand kneaded her waist back and forth, his voice obviously hoarse.

"Baby, should we play a game?"

Sophie widened her eyes with curiosity, "What game? Is it fun?"

Nicholas Croft...

"You’ll know when we play,"

"Okay, okay, Daddy, let’s play the game quickly." Sophie clapped her hands eagerly.

Nicholas Croft kissed her again, flipped over, pressing her beneath him, his tongue flirting, teasing, twisting, while one large hand slipped under her princess dress.

With the crisp sound of a metal buckle, Nicholas Croft unfastened his belt, unzipped the zipper gently, afraid of frightening the baby beneath him.

As he pushed his trousers down to his knees, Nicholas Croft’s movements were somewhat impatient, flicking them off with long legs.

"Is baby ready? Daddy is going to play the game with you."

Just as Nicholas Croft was about to lower his body, he felt a sharp pain in his cheek, slapped by Sophie.

Sophie’s sudden action caught Nicholas Croft unprepared, his arms weak, letting his weight rest on her.

Sophie’s eyes no longer held innocence, as cold as ice, she gripped Nicholas Croft’s shoulders forcefully, pushing him aside.

"Bastard... get out!"

Nicholas Croft...

It felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him amidst the heat.

Looking at the woman with a frosty face, he tried to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth to call "Baby," an icy word with no warmth rang again.

"Get out! Don’t make me say it again!"

"Hoo..." Nicholas Croft lay on the bed, sighing heavily, the feeling was really messed up.

In the United States, a psychologist had suggested that perhaps her condition would automatically improve after they had a baby... but in this state, he couldn’t even touch her, so how could they have a baby?

Sighing, Nicholas Croft sat up on the bed, under Sophie’s displeased watchful eyes, casually slipping on his shirt and trousers, and walked out.

In the study, Nicholas Croft leaned back in his office chair, smoking, staring at the ceiling. Right now, he only had two tasks: get Harry Zachary to obtain Hannah Hargrave’s video as soon as possible, and try to have another baby with Lara as soon as possible.