Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Hello, Mr.

Player!

Chapter 118: Hello, Mr.

Player!

After finishing their supper, Lucius and Layla took a quiet stroll in the garden.

“Let’s go back.

I’ll hold you until you fall asleep,” he murmured, reaching out to her with open arms, a faint, reassuring smile softening his usual seriousness.

Layla gave him a grateful nod.

“I’ve already packed your bag,” she whispered, as they returned indoors.

Once inside the bedroom, she climbed into bed, settling beneath the blanket.

He closed the main lights, leaving only the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over them, and then slid into bed beside her.

With a tenderness that made her heart ache, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

She rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I’m worried about how you’ll manage without me,” Lucius murmured, his voice laced with concern.

His fingers gently combed through her hair, a soothing gesture that steadied them both.

“It’s a difficult time for you.” Layla tilted her head up, meeting his gaze with a quiet confidence that held a depth of unspoken resilience.

“But it will pass soon,” she replied, her voice steady yet tender.

“You told me to hold myself together, remember?

Our hearts are connected-I’ll feel you with me, and I know I can manage.” Lucius exhaled, his gaze softening.

“Then, I’ll trust you,” he said, brushing the back of his fingers gently along her cheek.

His eyes lingered on hers, searching, before drifting down to her lips.

Slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, and captured her lips in a tender kiss.

Their lips parted, and the kiss deepened further.

Their hands found each other’s backs, tracing gentle paths and drawing each other closer, savoring the closeness.

Withdrawing after some time, the two of them smiled when Lucius planted a soft kiss on the top of her forehead.

“Goodnight, Layla,” he whispered softly.

Wrapped in his arms, she felt safe enough to let her eyes drift shut, and slowly, she slipped into a peaceful sleep.

~~~~~ Roderick downed the last remnants of his drink, the bitter warmth of the alcohol lingering as he set the glass down.

Around him, his friends were lost in their own worlds, entangled in making out, oblivious to his distraction.

His mind was far from the revelry, consumed instead with thoughts of how to prove his worth to his grandfather.

‘Fuck,’ he thought bitterly.

‘I should have raised my bid.

That would’ve shown them all.’ Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed the delicate fingers that slid along his arm, a touch that snapped him back to the present.

He turned to find Tina Turner, the bar’s most popular hostess, sitting beside him.

Her red lips curved into a teasing smile as her hand drifted from his arm to his chest, a slow, inviting gesture.

“You look like you’re not fully enjoying yourself,” she murmured, her voice smooth and laced with intrigue.

Roderick’s expression remained unreadable.

Without a word, he reached up, his hand catching her wrist in a firm grip, halting her movements.

His gaze met hers, making it clear that he wasn’t in the mood for distractions tonight.

For a moment, Tina’s confident smile faltered as she took in his unwavering stare, understanding that whatever was on his mind ran deeper than the pleasures she could offer.

With a nod, she pulled her hand back gracefully.

But then, he held her hand.

“How much?” Roderick asked.

Tina’s lips curved in a wry smile as she leaned in close, her voice carrying a hint of challenge.

“What do you think my worth is?

That depends entirely on the service I provide.” Roderick’s expression remained indifferent.

“Never mind,” he muttered, releasing her hand with a flicker of impatience.

He plunked the empty glass onto the table with a dull thud, then turned to his friends.

“I’m out.

See you guys later,” he announced, heading towards the exit without waiting for a response.

Once outside the bar, he handed his car keys to the waiting chauffeur.

“Drive me home,” he instructed, climbing into the back seat of the car.

He sank into the leather seat, closing his eyes briefly, hoping for some peace-but his phone buzzed in his pocket, jolting him back to reality.

Pulling it out, he frowned at the screen.

It was a message from Kylie, a junior he knew only because she used to hang around Orabela and was her friend.

“What could she want?” he muttered, curiosity and a hint of suspicion flickering in his gaze as he opened the message.

[Do you know Orabela isn’t the real heiress of the Rosenzweig family?] His eyes widened in shock, the words seeming to pulse on the screen.

“What?” he exclaimed, disbelief thick in his voice.

The chauffeur glanced back, concerned.

“Is everything okay, sir?” he asked.

Roderick took a deep breath, forcing his expression into something neutral.

“Yeah.

Just focus on driving,” he replied, though his mind was racing, tangled with questions.

Orabela not the true Rosenzweig heir?

Then, was it Layla?

‘Fuck!

Everything is ruined.’ He held his head in anger.

He befriended Orabela because he wanted favors from her.

He was aware that in the future he couldn’t become the chairman easily.

Since the Rosenzweig Family haa a big name, he thought Orabela could benefit him.

But Layla was something he didn’t wish to lose.

The cheating started from there only.

Determined to get answers, he dialed Kylie’s number, and she picked up almost immediately, her tone playfully mocking.

“Hello, Mr.

Player!” she greeted, a smile evident in her voice.

“Cut the crap and just answer me.

How did you find out about this?” Roderick demanded, not in the mood for games.

“Oh, so you don’t keep up with the news about your own family?” Kylie teased, her tone light but with a hint of smugness.

“I don’t know how credible the report is, but I thought you’d like to know.

After all, Layla’s your aunt now,” she added, her words laced with irony.

“Will you stop calling Layla my aunt?” he snapped, irritation clear in his voice.

Without waiting for her reply, he ended the call in frustration.

‘I lost the diamond but my uncle owns it now.

So far, all the communications with Layla has been futile.

She’s not ready to listen to me,’ he thought and clenched his fists in fury.