Doted by My Seven Brothers novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 An Elegant and Cultivated Man

The young man seemed to be surprised. Then his eyes fell on the dog beside Nancy.

"I'm sorry."

The young man said crisply. There was also a trace of coldness in his voice.

The young man stood up and walked slowly from a small pavilion. He had short black hair and was dressed in traditional apparel with knot buttons. The clothes were embroidered with bamboo branches. The young man looked tall, lean, and graceful.

If it weren't for the young man's short black hair, Ivan would have thought Nancy had traveled to ancient times and met a man of a noble family.

Even though the man had a young, childlike, and innocent appearance, he was as composed as an adult. He seemed to be convincing and reliable for obscure reasons.

The young man was handsome and well-featured. Ivan thought the young man was the second perfect person he had ever seen.

The first perfect person in Ivan's mind must be Nancy. Nancy was still very young, but Ivan thought she would definitely be a beauty as she grew up.

"Donny, come here."

The young man beckoned his dog over. Donny, who was standing beside Nancy, wagged its tail and walked over. It rubbed its head against the young man's hand and finally sat beside him.

The young man added, "My name is Oliver Barton. This is my dog, Donny."

Nancy stood beside Ivan and introduced herself nervously.

"My name is Nancy Brook. Everyone calls me Nancy."

Oliver nodded slowly, "Hello, Nancy. My Grandpa said the ones who come are guests. Welcome."

Ivan said, "I haven't introduced myself yet."

Oliver said crisply.

"I know you are Mr. Carter's son, Ivan Carter. Donny frightened you into crying two years ago. Then I took Donny to apologize to you."

Ivan said, "You don't need to say that."

Ivan thought Oliver's words would destroy his image in Nancy's mind.

Ivan, Oliver, and Nancy came to the pavilion with the dog Donny and a cat. Oliver closed the curtains of the pavilion, and the pavilion gradually became warm.

Oliver was just 15 years old, but he served cups of tea to Nancy and Ivan like an adult. There were two plates of cakes on the table.

After Ivan entered the pavilion, he stayed away from Donny with the cat in his arms. He also looked at Donny vigilantly.

Oliver said, "Donny won't bite you. When I take it out, it's kept on a leash."

Ivan mumbled, "It looks scary."

Oliver looked at Nancy who was sipping the tea. Nancy didn't feel scared when Donny approached her and touched its head with a smile.

Oliver was silent for a moment, "Perhaps people's courage is not commensurate with their age."

Ivan felt Oliver mocked him.

Ivan thought Oliver was sharp-tongued.

"How did you come to my house?"

Oliver asked. Nancy stroked Donny's head gently and explained how she saw the cat fall off a wall into Oliver's house and what happened afterward. Nancy articulated properly and said in a soft voice. Oliver couldn't help but glance at Nancy.

"Donny won't attack cats or anything. It used to be an army dog. It retired because of injuries and came to my home."

Nancy was confused, "Oliver, what is an army dog?"

Oliver's face was classically beautiful and showed childlike innocence. He gave people a feeling of indifference, but it was comfortable to get along with him.

"Army dogs, like soldiers, are also heroes who protect our country."

Oliver explained to Nancy what an army dog was. His explanation was simple but easy to understand, and also involved what happened to Donny.

After that, Nancy looked at Donny with new eyes. Her eyes flashed with admiration and worry.