CHAPTER 364: CHAPTER 364: HOW MUCH DOES THE YOUNG MASTER LIKE NANCY ALLEN?

It’s five o’clock in the afternoon now, Nancy still invited everyone.

Mainly because she needs to paint, and the teacher and Emma will definitely come, and Emma and Basil are busy. It’s just about quitting time.

Sophie is now out from kindergarten too.

After Nancy got Godfery Shaw’s affirmative answer, she immediately called Sophie.

Sophie had wanted to see her mom for a long time, the phone on her wrist rang once and she picked it up.

"Mom, Mom, how is your health? Are you better?" Sophie’s voice was chirping with concern.

"I’m better, just missing you a bit, Sophie."

Sophie quickly laughed with a giggle, sweetly saying, "I’ll have Grandpa take me to the Imperial Garden now. Mom, remember to tell Mr. Shaw not to stop us, let us in."

Nancy listened and glanced at Godfery Shaw.

These days, Godfery Shaw has been shutting his doors to guests, not letting anyone into the Imperial Garden.

Nancy said softly, "I know, I’ll scold Mr. Shaw for you, our Sophie can come to the Imperial Garden whenever she wants."

Sophie happily hung up the phone.

Godfery Shaw listened from the side, feeling that the call from Sophie seemed slightly grating.

After calling Sophie, Nancy also called the teacher, Emma, her parents, all to report she’s safe.

She knew everyone was very worried about her.

Meanwhile, at Ink Manor.

Hearing Nancy was going to paint, not only Sophie was happy, Robert Reed was also very happy, Mr. Allen and Mrs. Allen were looking forward too.

In terms of Chinese painting, Robert Reed had high hopes for Nancy back then, genuinely treating her as a student, wishing for her to go further on this path, but Nancy’s aspirations were not there.

Later, too many things happened, Robert Reed no longer forced anything, he just wanted Nancy to be living.

He thought Nancy wouldn’t paint anymore, not expecting to see Nancy paint again one day.

And Mr. Allen and Mrs. Allen had always known Nancy could paint, they even watched a live stream of Nancy’s Chinese painting exhibition back then, at this moment they were also very eager.

Upon receiving the news, everyone hurried to the Imperial Garden.

Nancy, lazily lying on the hammock, got up and said, "I’ve asked everyone to come over for dinner, I’ll ask Joyce to prepare some good food."

Godfery Shaw reached out to Nancy.

Someone not far away quietly watched in this direction, a trace of envy in their eyes, fingers lightly tapped on a computer keyboard, the camera captured the scene of Godfery Shaw reaching out to hug Nancy.

The photo was stored in an album, and in that album, there were photographs of Godfery Shaw and Nancy being together.

Godfery Shaw hugged Nancy down and put on plush slippers for her.

The weather isn’t really cold now, young people still wear skirts and short sleeves, but Nancy had long been wearing warm sweaters, always had socks on her feet, and wore a pair of plush slippers, it was like she was prepared for winter ahead of everyone.

Godfery Shaw held Nancy’s hand, tall and short, they entered the villa building.

Together, they headed towards the kitchen.

Godfery Shaw went to get milk for Nancy.

Nancy said to Joyce, "Joyce, I’ve called a lot of people over for dinner today, could you please prepare dinner and make some child-friendly food?"

Joyce asked with full joy, "Sure, sure, I’ll prepare it now, is Young Miss Sophie coming over?"

Nancy nodded.

Joyce immediately laughed so much that the lines on the corner of his eyes deepened: "Great, does Young Miss like sweets? No, I’ll have Old Mr. Penn send over those treasured ingredients, and call two people to help."

Nancy laughed and said, "She likes sweets, just make anything, they’re not picky eaters."

Joyce quickly nodded and went to get his phone to call for people.

Now with Joyce, Nancy was at ease.

Back then, she didn’t trust anyone, Joyce opened her heart just by calling her child. But soon after, Nancy realized, Joyce’s kindness wasn’t treating her as a family, just because of her relationship with Godfery Shaw.

When her presence hurt Godfery Shaw, Joyce was no longer so kindly to her.

At that time, she decisively withdrew, took back her little trust and feelings.

Thinking about it now, Joyce’s attitude was not wrong, Joyce was originally Godfery Shaw’s family, treating her well was because of his affection for those connected.

Now Nancy is at ease, she’s no longer so extreme about many things.

Seeing Nancy arranged everything, Godfery Shaw came over with milk, watched Nancy drink it, saw her face showing a tired look, reached out to hug Nancy upstairs.

Nancy’s face blushed, she quietly glanced at Joyce’s direction, found Joyce wasn’t paying attention, then whispered, "Godfery Shaw, what are you doing, don’t randomly hug me."

Godfery Shaw didn’t put her down, went directly upstairs back to the room, forcefully saying, "They’ll need time to arrive, painting exhausts your spirit, you should sleep for a while first."

Nancy indeed felt tired, leaning against Godfery Shaw made her even more so.

Once Godfery Shaw finished speaking, her little head nodded slightly, grasping Godfery Shaw’s shirt, closed her eyes, breathing evenly.

Like a small milk kitten, little paws holding onto its most beloved thing.

Godfery Shaw chuckled.

He initially intended to carry her back to the room to sleep, unexpectedly, Nancy slept when she said it.

If he put Nancy down now, he was worried about waking her, so he held her like this, anyhow she’s not heavy.

Well, he actually couldn’t bear to let go, these days, whenever he had the opportunity to touch, he wanted to get a bit closer.

Someone who’s been on his mind for so many years is now by his side, not rejecting him anymore, how could he resist getting closer?

Godfery Shaw hugged Nancy, sat down, put a blanket over Nancy, casually picked up a book to read.

Not some finance or philosophy, but a comic book Nancy likes.

These days of interaction, Godfery Shaw sensed some issues.

Their growth trajectories were different, their lifestyle wasn’t the same, they didn’t have many common interests or language.

So Godfery Shaw decided to cultivate some common interests himself.

Read the books she likes, appreciate the comics she enjoys, listen to her talk about the painting she loves.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, Nancy heard the sound, unconsciously turned over, burying her small face in Godfery Shaw’s chest.

Godfery Shaw then lowered his voice and said, "Come in."

When he’s upstairs, without special circumstances, people from the Imperial Garden wouldn’t knock on the door.

The room door was opened, Clement came in, holding a computer, just about to speak.

Godfery Shaw whispered, "If it’s not important, leave, if it’s urgent, speak softly, don’t wake her up."

Clement looked at Young Madam in the arms of the Big Young Master.

Despite there being so many places at Imperial Garden to rest, the Big Young Master liked Young Madam so much, he held her even while sleeping.

Clement got a bit distracted, with one cold, severe glance from the Big Young Master, he shivered, that look seemed to silently demand, say something important or get out.

Clement quickly redirected his gaze from Young Madam.

He whispered, "Big Young Master, I found that recently someone is attacking Young Madam online."

Godfery Shaw’s face immediately darkened, "What’s going on?"

Clement understood.

Indeed, as long as it’s related to Young Madam, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a big or small issue, it’s important to Big Young Master.