Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: To hurl insults Chapter 137: To hurl insults Lucius peppered soft kisses across Layla’s face, his lips grazing her forehead, her cheeks, and even the tip of her nose.

His touch made her giggle, which sounded light and melodic.

“You seduce me at the wrong times, in the wrong places,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple.

Layla, still giggling, placed her hands gently on his chest, pushing him away just enough to catch her breath.

“Then should I stop doing that?” she teased in a playful tone.

“No,” Lucius replied firmly as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I like it.

Don’t ever stop doing that,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Layla smiled, her cheeks flushing.

“By the way, I have something to tell you, Lucius,” she said, her tone shifting slightly to something serious.

His expression turned serious too.

“What is it?” he asked, searching her eyes for any signs of worry.

“When you weren’t here, someone left an envelope at the main gates,” she began, her voice calm but tinged with curiosity.

She went on to narrate the incident, explaining what she had discovered inside it.

Lucius’s jaw tensed as he processed the information.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” he asked, his tone sharp with concern.

“I couldn’t find the right moment,” Layla admitted softly.

“But let’s go to the bedroom, and I’ll show you.” Without another word, Lucius nodded, and the two headed upstairs.

Once inside the room, Layla walked to the drawer beside the bed and retrieved a small envelope.

Turning to him, she handed it over.

Lucius took the envelope, his fingers brushing against hers.

He opened it and saw the photographs, articles along with an USB.

“Lucius, I didn’t believe those articles.

I know that was to tarnish your image.

But what made me curious why this anonymous person send the message like this?

And this matter has been buried for so long.

Don’t you find it strange?” Layla gazed at him with a genuine concern and realized he had been zoned out.

She placed her hand gently over his shoulder, calling his name out with tenderness.

“I don’t know why someone sent these,” Lucius murmured.

Seeing all those things brought the terrible memories of his past.

“But I’ll find out,” he asserted.

Layla stepped closer, standing on her toes to wrap her arms around him.

She hugged him tightly, resting her head against his chest.

She didn’t say a word, knowing he needed the silence and her presence more than anything.

Instead, she gently caressed his back, hoping to soothe the storm she could feel brewing inside him.

“Layla, I’m glad you didn’t hide it from me,” Lucius said, his arms now wrapping her.

He closed his eyes, trying to forget the fatal accident, which took Antoine’s life.

“I don’t like hiding things from you,” Layla murmured.

“Let’s find out together, who is behind all this, okay?” She pulled back and peered into his eyes.

“Hmm.” Lucius nodded, his eyes carrying gratitude.

After his father, she was the only one, who believed in him.

~~~~ “Of all the people, I never imagined you’d contact me,” Sylvia said, her sharp gaze fixed on Roderick.

“Speak quickly.

I don’t have time to waste on you.” Roderick chuckled, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he leaned back in his chair.

“That fiery temper of yours hasn’t changed a bit.

Now I see why Uncle never looked at you.” Her eyes darkened, her knuckles turning white as she clenched the strap of her handbag.

“What did you just say?” she demanded.

Roderick smirked, unbothered by her reaction.

“The truth.

A truth you’ve been oblivious to all this time.” Sylvia’s glare intensified, and she abruptly stood up, grabbing her handbag.

“If you called me here just to hurl insults, then this conversation is over,” she declared, turning on her heel.

“Wait!” Roderick’s voice rang out, halting her in her tracks.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said, his tone softening ever so slightly.

“And you know that, Sylvia.

You’re here because, deep down, you already suspect what I’m about to ask.” Sylvia hesitated, her body tense as she slowly turned back to face him.

Her expression remained guarded, but the curiosity in her eyes betrayed her.

“Then stop wasting time and get to the point,” she said coldly.

“You contacted Bella to separate my uncle and Layla.

I’d say you reached out to the wrong person,” Roderick said, his tone laced with frustration.

“You should have come to me.

After all, I was the one dating Layla.” Sylvia arched a skeptical eyebrow, crossing her arms.

“So?” she asked, her voice dripping with indifference.

“What are you trying to say?” Roderick leaned forward, his jaw tightening.

“I want Layla back.” Sylvia let out a derisive laugh, shaking her head at his audacity.

“You want her back?” she repeated mockingly.

“Didn’t you cheat on her with Orabela?

Or have you conveniently forgotten?” “It wasn’t what you think!” Roderick snapped, the veins in his neck tightening.

“It was my uncle who set the trap for me!

Layla doesn’t know the truth, and she refuses to listen to me.

She doesn’t even want to be near me.” Sylvia raised her chin, unimpressed.

“And how exactly is your uncle responsible for you ending up with Orabela?” Roderick exhaled sharply, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and regret.

“He drugged me that evening.

I didn’t even know what was happening.

Somehow, I ended up proposing to Orabela instead of Layla.” His voice wavered as he continued.

“And without my knowledge, he sent the proposal to Layla.

When she found out, she–” Sylvia cut him off, raising a hand.

“Stop,” she said firmly.

Her sharp gaze bore into him.

“You cannot blame Lucius in front of me.

Keep in mind not to speak ill about the man I love.” From the corner of the restaurant, Roger watched them and clicked their few pictures.

“I wonder what these two are planning against Boss and Madam,” he murmured, lowering the cap on his head, not wanting to come into anyone’s notice.