Little Bride

Chapter4

During dinner, the atmosphere was beyond awkward. Every second I sat here felt like torture.

I regretted staying. I thought I could boldly criticize this bitch couple, but with his mother speaking like that and being so kind to me, I couldn't bring myself to confront them.

"What about your uncle?" his mother suddenly remembered something and asked Vernon.

"He came over?" Vernon was obviously unaware.

"Yes, he just returned from abroad yesterday. He said he wasn't feeling well, so he came to our house to rest," his mother said again, "I almost forgot because of how annoyed you made me. Go and wake him up for dinner."

Upon hearing this, my heart skipped a beat.

I remembered that handsome face, and my hands began to tremble.

After a few minutes, that face appeared at the dining table.

His hair was half-dry, and there was an indescribable exhaustion in his eyes. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned to the second button.

I didn't dare to look at him, my heart pounding incessantly.

"Your shirt button is missing," his mother suddenly said.

The man across from me didn't say anything. I looked up and stole a glance at him, only to find him looking at me directly, without any avoidance.

I immediately looked away.

But when I dared to sneak another look, he was still staring at me.

I felt awkward. Why was he looking at me when Josephine asked him a question?

"Oh, this is your nephew's... good friend," Josephine was about to say something but suddenly realized something.

Good friend? My heart felt a pang of bitterness.

Vernon's uncle Albert, whom I had only heard about. They said he was his grandfather's youngest child, always staying abroad to handle business. I had never met him before.

"The button was pulled off by someone," he said casually.

As he said this, he gave me another meaningful look.

"This shouldn't mean what I think it means, right?"

"And it's because of your flirtatious behavior," Josephine sighed, admonishing him, "You're already 30 years old, and your nephew is catching up to you. When will you settle down?"

I felt a mix of emotions hearing those words, and I dared not speak anymore.

He didn't argue back, just smiled and said, "Is that so?"