Doted by My Seven Brothers novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174 Going Shopping

"Adolph, stop! If you don't stop running, I'll slaughter you!"

One, who came out with a lively dog, would never know whether he was walking a dog or a dog was walking him.

Adam was the case.

Since Adolph went to the Brook's villa, it was taken good care of and grew increasingly larger. Its breed was still unknown. It wasn't like a normal pastoral dog because it was larger. Adolph often ran on the lawn inside the villa, so it had stronger limbs and muscles.

The most important was that Adolph was as lively as a Husky. It was running around excitedly and Adam kept being dragged forward. Nancy couldn't catch up with them, holding the cats in her arms.

"Adolph!"

Adolph barked loudly.

Adolph heard Nancy's voice and barked as a response. It lowered its speed, but Adam still failed to stop it.

Nancy couldn't run anymore.

"Nancy, just stop running and have a rest. I'll take Adolph back here!"

Adam saw Nancy running out of breath. She started the morning jog with Marcus for some time. But she still felt tired because she was too young and not good at sports. Besides, she wore several layers of clothes and could only run awkwardly.

Adam felt sorry for Nancy and didn't want her to keep running.

Nancy put the cats in her arms down to the ground. Then she was panting for breath, hands on her knees. Her clothes were wet with sweat and clung to her back.

She took off her scarf and thought that she would punish Adolph after going back home. She would also ask Marcus, whom Adolph feared most, to frighten Adolph!

Harley abruptly mewed.

While Nancy was resting, Harley suddenly mewed vigilantly at a tree not far away, its fur on the back standing on end.

Nancy glanced at the tree and discovered nothing.

Then a person unexpectedly jumped down from the tree. It was Symon.

Nancy was stunned.

She was so scared that she almost jumped up.

Symon lowered his eyes to stare at the cats around Nancy's feet. He leaned back on the tree. He was bony, pale, and depressed. There was a trace of indifference and disgust for everything in his eyes.

"It's you?"

Symon with a pale face finally turned his gaze from the cats to Nancy.

Several cats were standing beside Nancy. They glared at Symon vigilantly and fiercely, the fur on their backs raising on end.

"Do you know me?" Symon said in a hoarse voice and with a sullen look on his face.

Nancy smiled, "Yes. I used to meet you at school. Do you live nearby?"

Nancy thought it must be fate that she could meet Symon again. She didn't know how vicious and cruel he was.

It was because she didn't feel any malice from Symon. She didn't understand why her cats were so hostile to him.

She squatted down and gathered all her cats together. Then she patted each cat on the head and said softly.

"Don't be rude!"

All her cats mewed to reply to her.

Marcus didn't tell Nancy about Symon because he didn't want Nancy to feel fearful or let her know the dark side of human nature.

So Nancy still didn't know it was Symon who drove her to be mistakenly kidnapped as a hostage.

"Why are you here? It's New Year's Eve today. You should come back home. You look unwell. Are you sick? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Symon walked slowly up to Nancy and squatted down beside her. He was not afraid of being scratched by her fierce cats.

"I have no home."

He stared at Nancy with his light black eyes. He moved his fingers and wanted to touch her head, but he gave up at the thought of something sad.

Nancy's face crinkled up sadly when she heard Symon's words.

"Then what about your parents?"

Symon shook his head, his lips pressed together. "I don't have parents either."

Nancy took pity on him and felt he was like a big homeless dog. She thought of the time living in Stream Village. She had been alone since the granny taking care of her passed away. During the New Year Holiday, she saw others wearing new clothes and eating a hearty dinner and all kinds of sugar and snacks. She could only stay in the house sadly and heard others setting off fireworks outside. Thinking of Symon's miserable life, she was about to cry.

She raised her hand to stroke Symon's head and comforted him gently.

"It doesn't matter. You can also celebrate the new year alone."

Nancy brought her backpack to the front and began to rummage around in it. She didn't notice Symon stiffened the moment she put her hand on his head. Now Symon remained stunned.

After a while, Nancy took out some sparklers, candies in red wrappers, and various snacks from her small backpack. She held Symon's hand and tried to find a place where they could sit.

Nancy found Symon's hands were colder to the touch than Marcus'.

"Please bend over."

Symon did awkwardly as he was told. Then Nancy stood on tiptoe to throw her scarf around his neck.

The scarf was very soft and warm, but some parts of it were not well-woven.

Symon touched the scarf with his slender and cold fingers. He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Nancy blushed with embarrassment when she noticed Symon staring at a part of the scarf that was not well-woven.

"I knitted the scarf myself for the first time, so it's not perfect. I hope you won't dislike it."