"Mia... it’s her first time. I can’t be too hasty."
Evander Lancaster choked on a puff of smoke, "Damn! Mia is—!" He trailed off, too embarrassed to say the word "virgin."
Even Nicholas Croft was stunned. Mia Foster had been studying abroad for many years, and everyone knows how open-minded the education is overseas. "It can’t be a reconstructed hymen, can it?"
In his excitement, Nicholas, the elder brother, blurted out something inappropriate.
Felix Shaw shook his head, drew another puff of smoke, and exhaled, his gaze falling on a certain spot. The proud smile curling his lips as he spoke, "That’s why I haven’t dared to tire her out. I only dare to do it twice a day." Seemingly concerned his brothers might ridicule him, he added, "Each time just over an hour."
His eyes widened in shock, and his mouth formed an ’O’ shape.
Freaking hell! A stud, huh! Over an hour each time? "Taking Viagra or what?"
Felix Shaw looked up at him, maybe because he was thinking of the wonderful times with Mia Foster, he didn’t get angry. Instead, he softly said, "My own woman, why would I want to harm her with that."
Damn, this third brother here must be a fake; he’s never been this gentle with women before. The most unreliable time he even called me to fetch him medicine...
Nicholas Croft, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up too. With a gentle expression in his eyes softened by the smoke he’d just exhaled.
"My first time with Sophie lasted all night..."
This was the first time Nicholas Croft had spoken about his own bedroom tales. Although he often communicated without restraint about Sophie in front of his brothers, bringing up the actual event was a first.
His mouth was so wide open it could fit an egg.
Never would have guessed: the big bro and third bro are both studs, and the second bro... even more so a beast among them!
The nurse had told him as much after she left that time.
Thinking about it, Evander Lancaster unconsciously furrowed his brows.
If it really came down to getting with a woman, he wondered how long he could last...
Suddenly, Evander Lancaster became a bit worried, anxious that he wouldn’t live up to his brothers and would be the butt of their jokes.
"Big bro, how are things going with Beatrice Hargrave?"
Felix Shaw suddenly changed the subject, because Nicholas Croft had mentioned Sophie Foster.
It’s been almost three years. Since Sophie Foster disappeared, he had not brought it up again.
Although the brothers all understood that the big brother had never really forgotten her, Sophie Foster’s disappearance was a hurdle that Nicholas Croft had yet to get over.
If only he hadn’t wanted to teach her a lesson back then, to let her suffer a bit more, perhaps he wouldn’t have lost her.
Nicholas Croft took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled, his expression indifferent, "A simple child, what’s there to develop?"
If he wasn’t planning to actually continue anything, why bring the little brat along to their brothers’ gathering? A classic case of saying one thing but meaning another!
Even though he thought so, Felix Shaw certainly didn’t dare say it aloud.
Evander Lancaster exhaled a cloud of smoke, quipped with a smirk, "Pfft! How did I not realize she was so innocent?"
Nicholas Croft looked over, and after Evander Lancaster took another puff and exhaled, he continued, "That girl’s crafty as hell. Innocence is just her sham of a mask, when in reality, behind that little mask hides a little devil!"
Nicholas Croft’s demeanor tensed at Evander Lancaster’s words. He forgot to continue smoking the cigarette that had been at his lips, staring intensely at Evander Lancaster, "What do you mean by that? Have you seen or heard any rumors about her?"