Chapter 74 Oliver Barton
"I don't think your home is safe, so I'd better take Nancy to leave."
Ivan pulled Nancy up from her stool. Ivan was not widely experienced, but he knew if a mistress and children of the first wife lived together, they would not have a peaceful life.
Oliver glanced at Ivan, "You needn't do that. I only live with my grandfather. I kicked my father and his mistress out of this house because they were very annoying."
Ivan was stunned.
Things in Oliver's family didn't develop as Ivan expected.
"Did you throw your dad out of this house?"
Ivan thought it was unbelievable.
Oliver nodded and said calmly. A smile touched the corners of his mouth.
"I'm the successor to the Barton family. My grandfather signed the house over to me. I didn't want my father and his mistress to live here. They were annoying, so I kicked them out of my house."
"Do you think I have gone too far?"
Oliver tilted his head slightly and stared at Nancy and Ivan deeply. Oliver sat bolt upright, and his every move was pleasing to the eye.
But Oliver had an overbearing manner.
Nancy met Oliver's gaze and said tenderly.
"If people I dislike grab my stuff, I will also be angry."
But Nancy was willing to give her stuff to people she liked.
Ivan nodded his agreement and was in no hurry to leave. He was curious about Oliver. To be exact, he was more curious about the gossip related to Oliver.
Ivan looked at Oliver, bursting with curiosity. "Were your father and his mistress willing to leave this house?"
Oliver shook his head, "Of course not."
Oliver didn't think it was a scandal or a big deal. Judging from what Oliver said, Oliver didn't care about his father.
"My grandfather said that this was my house. I can do whatever I want to please myself. My father and his mistress often displeased me when they lived here. So I threw them out of this house. They didn't want to leave, and I asked Donny to frighten them."
Nancy rested her chin in her hands while listening to Oliver and Ivan. She sat on a stool and looked like a fluffy and lovely animal. Oliver suddenly wanted to feed Nancy, just like feeding Donny.
But Nancy was more fragile and adorable than Donny.
Oliver did as he wanted. He picked up an osmanthus pastry and held it to Nancy's lips.
"It's an osmanthus pastry. It's delicious."
Nancy blinked her eyes and bit into the osmanthus pastry that was covered with a layer of sweet-scented osmanthus honey. Then Nancy smiled, her eyes gleaming with delight.
Nancy ate it with relish, which made Oliver want to pinch her chubby face.
Oliver stared at Nancy's rosy cheeks for a few seconds. When Nancy was about to take another bite, Oliver her cheeks with his finger. A glimmer of surprise flashed in Oliver's eyes.
Oliver thought that Nancy's cheeks were soft to the touch.
When Nancy was poked in the cheek, she paused for a moment. Then she continued to eat the osmanthus pastry as if nothing had happened. Because Oliver fed the pastry to Nancy, Nancy passed over his playful poke.
Ivan's eyes widened in surprise. He was displeased to see Oliver poke Nancy's cheeks.
"You don't need to feed Nancy. She can eat it herself!"
"Well," Oliver said briefly and then continued to feed Nancy.
Nancy sat quietly and ate almost everything that was held to her lips. She chewed slowly just like a meek snow-white rabbit.
Ivan was speechless.
Ivan could have stopped Oliver from feeding Nancy, but the way Nancy ate was so cute that Ivan also wanted to feed her. Then Ivan also took a pastry and fed it to Nancy.
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