Doted by My Seven Brothers novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405 Matthew Scotsman

When she went to school the next day, Nancy was getting another feeding again from her nephew Matthew.

He felt uncomfortable when he gave the mango pancake to the little girl and noticed her wide-open mouth, ready to speak. His hand stretched unconsciously and covered her mouth.

The child's clear, moist eyes were fixed on him, and he felt an immediate sense of guilt.

"You are not allowed to call nephew." He firmly emphasized this.

Nancy nodded and thought to herself, 'it turns out that he dislikes her calling him Nephew Matthew.'

"I'll call you Matthew then," she said.

Matthew rarely talks, then when he heard it, he nodded and agreed reluctantly.

"Matthew, did Wendy make this for me? The cake from yesterday was delicious," she said.

He nodded indifferently and gazed into her sparkling eyes. Then, he was unable to resist touching her on the head.

As usual, Nancy tilted her head to nuzzle under his palm. This movement had surprised him; his thin lips slowly curved into a smile, which made him appear significantly more good-looking.

"I'll take my leave now," he quickly said.

"Matthew, will you come see me again tomorrow?" The little girl asked and looked hopefully at the teenager.

Matthew paused before saying, "I guess. My mother will cook something else for you tomorrow."

Upon hearing his response, Nancy's smile grew until her brow scrunched up with happiness.

"Then, I'll wait for you tomorrow."

After returning home that particular day, she went to the farm and forgot to inform her brothers about her nephew Matthew.

However, this hardly mattered. She took out the small handkerchief she had embroidered during this period and placed it in her school bag. She decided to ask her nephew Matthew to pass it on to her sister for evaluation when she saw him tomorrow.

She even thoughtfully wrote a letter to her teacher and senior sister in a childish calligraphy. She then ended her letter with a blessing quotes.

Nancy put the letter in an envelope in a ritualistic manner and went to sleep with ease.

The following day, Matthew actually came looking for her and brought delicious egg tarts.

"Mathew, you are here," she said happily.

The child's eyes widened in fascination as she stared at the egg tarts, and a slurping noise escaped her mouth.

"For you, eat it," he offered her the tarts.

"Okay, Matthew, wait for me here!" she said while taking them.

She held the egg tarts and ran back to the classroom, where she took out the things she had prepared earlier and gave them to Matthew.

"This is something I embroidered; I want sister's evaluation, and this is a letter to her," Nancy said to him.

The teenager looked at the things in his hands and nodded. When he was about to leave, a little trinket was shoved in his hand.

"This is a little ceramic figurine made by me, and I'm gifting it to you," she told him.

The little ceramic figurine was designed to resemble a cute tabby cat with a silly trait.

She did those ceramics at Dunwich. Her family had taken most of them and there was only this little cat ceramic figurine left. She thought it was a nice gift to give to Matthew.

Matthew played with it in his hands. A slight smile flashed in his distant, cold eyes.

"Thank you," he said to her.

After they parted ways, Nancy started eating the egg tarts in a light mood. She didn't know that sister's cooking was so good.

"Nancy, who is that boy? He is super handsome and I saw him here with you yesterday," Jane enquired.

Nancy sat on the bench and crossed her feet.

"It's Matthew, my nephew," Nancy replied.

She described her relationship with Willow Barton's mother once again.

Janes was astounded, saying, "Wow, you have started embroidery now! So he is the nephew that you mentioned, so good-looking."

Nancy shared an egg tart with her best friend and was looking forward that her sister would reply to her letter.

At this moment, Matthew had returned to his classroom and put away the envelope and the little handkerchief embroidered with butterflies.