Little Bride

Chapter11

I contacted Albert again, about a month later.

I had already forgotten about the button-sewing incident, but he suddenly told me he was outside my college.

What else could I do? I hastily grabbed the cardholder and rummaged through a box of my roommate's sewing supplies before rushing out.

To be honest, I had no idea how to use a needle and thread, so I looked quite awkward while helping him sew the button in his car.

It took me several minutes just to thread the needle, and my hands were shaking like my grandmother's. When I started sewing the button, the stitches were all over the place.

I really admired his patience. How desperate for clothes must he be to sit quietly in the car and watch me sew a single button for a full 15 minutes?

When I saw the prominently visible black thread on the white shirt, I wanted to curse myself for being such an idiot.

I secretly glanced at the neatly tailored white shirt beside me, with its slender figure, as if it exuded inherent elegance. I shifted slightly to the side, but my waist was firmly held by a pair of large hands. I stiffened, feeling the familiar scent lingering in the air, as if the zipper on my side was being traced through the thin layer of fabric. It was too absurd. In the rearview mirror, the man looked noble and cold, dressed meticulously, and no one could imagine what his hands were doing.

"You should take it to a laundry shop," I said, deflated, holding the shirt and looking at him.

He looked at the shirt in silence, with a faint smirk on his face.

I knew he was mocking me.

"I'll pay for it," I snatched the shirt back, about to get out of the car, when he inexplicably gave me a look.

I followed his gaze out the window. It was Vernon!

I panicked because he seemed to be walking towards us.

He was getting closer and closer, and I had nowhere to hide, sweating profusely from anxiety.

Meanwhile, Albert appeared completely calm.

I think I must have gone crazy, because later, my brain malfunctioned and I buried my head in his lap, curling up into a ball. If possible, I wished I could become invisible.

"Uncle, why are you here?" The voice turned into ash, and I could still hear it.

Oh no, my heart was pounding incessantly.

"Just something," Albert answered nonchalantly.

"Oh? And who is this..." Vernon should be asking about me.

I really wanted to knock him out with a stick. Why so curious about me?

Just as I nervously wondered if Albert would betray me, a hand gently rested on my head and gave it a light rub.

"A friend," he said.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, you... came to my college just to play around." Vernon half-jokingly said. "You're making me call my younger sister 'aunt,' I won't agree to that."

The man above me chuckled softly. "You should call her as you should, rules shouldn't be broken."

"Forget it, uncle. You just came back and didn't go home, instead you came here. If you don't treat me to a meal, I won't help you cover up any lies."

"No problem, but today is not very convenient."

...

They chatted for a while, but I couldn't listen anymore.

My scalp was tingling, and I had goosebumps all over my body.

I don't know how much time passed, but a hand gently patted my shoulder. "Psst... not planning to get up?"

Hearing the voice, I slowly crawled up from his lap.

He furrowed his brows lightly, his eyes showing an indiscernible expression.

"I... I'll go first," I said, feeling extremely embarrassed as I tried to escape. Just as I was about to get off the car, he locked the doors.

What does this mean? I nervously looked at him.

"Your face is so red," he pointed at my face with his hand, "Others might think we did something scandalous."

Boom! I felt like my face was so hot it could cook an egg.