Chapter 250 Donât call me Mr. Lambert anymore.
âFelton is my brother, you are at the same age, or classmates, If I always call you Miss Swift, it seems a little strange.
I think itâs better to change to the present name.
Besides, itâs just a title, so I donât think we need to pay too much attention.â
âYou donât have to call me Mr. Lambert anymore. I donât mind if you call me another name.â Looking at the girl who is obviously a little irritable, Sheehan sipped his lips and said slowly.
Nikita: ââ¦â
âReciprocity, you can call me Sheehan.â
She was a little fed up again: âSheehan Lambert!â
âWell, itâs not bad to call me that.â Sheehan stepped forward, bowed his head, his eyes were deep, and his voice was low. âNiky, donât call me Mr. Lambert again, and call me by my name later.y We have also had a few meals together, and if you still call me Mr. Lambert, isnât it too odd?â The man suddenly approached, and the clear breath on his body came head-on.
Very, very light pine aroma, very warm smell.
There seemed to be a hint of demagogue in his extremely low voice, which was very close to her, as if whispering softly in her ear: âI think we can at least be regarded as friends, right?â
The moment the man approached, Nikitaâs heart beat instantly.
She took a step back, and her heart began to panic inexplicably again.
âMr. Lambertâ¦â
âSheehan Lambert.â The man spoke and corrected her.
âDonât call me M Lambert in the future.â
His tone is somewhat overbearing.
Nikita suddenly got annoyed. She frowned and stared at him, but saw the man with a gentle smile deep eyes.
She was shocked, and her heartbeat missed another beat.
Strange emotions make her panic and chaos in her heart. She feels strange even to herself.
But she doesnât know whatâs wrong with herself.
âNikita!â A voice suddenly sounded behind her, breaking the delicate atmosphere between them.
Itâs Felton who was waiting for Nikita to wake up.
The young man saw a girl standing in the living room, who seemed to have a bad expression. on her face because of his brotherâs harassment. He walked quickly with a cold face and tight lips.
He went to the girlâs front, and pulled her behind him.
âBrother, what else do you want to do to Nikita!â Felton asked with anger, âDo you still want to bully her.
Now that Iâm here, I wonât let you have another chance to bully her!
Î Sheehan looked at the girl pulled behind by Felton and instantly turned a sullen face.
He lowed his voice and said coldly, âFelton, what are you doing here?â
The manâs deep voice was wrapped in a coldness and forbearance of anger: âYouâd better give me a reasonable explanation for your stupid behavior.â
The teenager who had always been afraid of him ignored his words.
Instead, he turned around, with concern in his long and narrow phoenix eyes, he looked at the girl behind him with a heavy expression, and his voice was also heavy: âNikita, are you okay? Last nightâ¦
were you all right?â
The last few words are especially heavy.
As soon as he finished speaking, as if he was regretting it again, he looked at the girl in front of him with some worry, and without waiting for the girl to speak, he immediately said: âYou can pretend that I didnât ask anything just now.
If you donât want to answer, donât answer!â
If Nikita is really bullied by his brother.
Then what happened last night is definitely not a pleasant memory for her.