Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 140

Chapter 140: A romantic guy Chapter 140: A romantic guy “Aren’t we going to see the movie?” Layla’s voice broke through the silence, pulling Lucius out of his thoughts.

Startled, he lowered the photograph and looked at her, blinking as though trying to focus.

“What?

Oh, yes.

But I thought you were busy in the garden,” he said, his tone soft but distant.

“I was,” Layla replied with a small smile, stepping further into the room.

“But I’m free now.

I want us to go out and watch a movie.

In a theater.

What do you think?” She kept her voice light and inviting, hoping to draw him out of the dark cloud he seemed lost in.

Beneath her cheerful demeanor, her heart ached for the man before her-the man who had once been so broken he had tried to end his life.

Lucius studied her for a moment, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

He could see the warmth in her eyes, the unspoken determination to lift his spirits.

“All right,” he said at last, his voice carrying a trace of gratitude.

“Let’s go.” Layla’s smile widened with a relief.

She had vowed to heal him, to heal his soul completely.

Lucius slid the photograph back into the drawer, shutting it quietly before crossing the room toward her.

As he reached her, he slipped his hand out of his pocket and draped his arm over her shoulder with casual ease.

“So, which movie are we watching?

Let me guess-it’s going to be a romantic one, isn’t it?” he teased, his tone lightening.

Layla tilted her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling.

“What genre do you like?” she asked curiously.

“Me?” he asked, feigning surprise.

“Yes, you,” she replied with a playful smirk.

He paused for a moment, as if pondering seriously, before saying, “Umm… I think I like romance.” Layla burst out laughing, shaking her head.

“Don’t lie!

There’s no way you’re into romance.” Lucius chuckled softly, his expression softening as he watched her.

“I do.

I am a romantic guy, Layla,” Lucius declared with a smirk, his tone teasing yet confident.

Layla raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a soft smile.

“Well, I can’t deny that,” she replied, a playful glint in her eyes.

Without breaking their gaze, she gently took his hand and led him out of the room.

Lucius allowed her to guide him, his smirk fading into a genuine smile as he followed her.

For a moment, the weight of his worries felt lighter, replaced by the warmth of her presence.

~~~~~ “Why didn’t Layla come to see me?

Did you not request her?

Why is she ignoring me?

I’m her mother,” Miriam said, her voice trembling with anxiousness.

Tears streamed down her face, and the hollowness in her tone reflected the guilt and sorrow weighing on her.

She hadn’t eaten properly since the previous day, which only deepened Darius’s concern for her.

“I did ask her to see you,” Darius replied, his expression heavy with regret.

“But I don’t know why she hasn’t come.” He hesitated, then sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as he spoke.

“Maybe… maybe it’s because we never truly treated her as a daughter of this family.

We never gave her the love or attention she deserved.

While I should have stood against you and Mother, I didn’t.

Instead, I chose to go along with both of you, thinking it was the easier path.

But that choice ruined not just Layla’s life but also yours, Miriam.” His voice broke slightly, and he looked at her with pained eyes.

“This is my fault.

I failed as a father and a husband.

And now, we’re paying the price for all those mistakes.” “I made you promise me not to look at Layla if you want me to live.

I made you hate her.

I saw her as Seraphina’s daughter only.

I used to think why she has such features like me, but I refused to see them,” Miriam said as she began crying.

She brought her hands to her eyes while sobbing hard.

Darius sat beside Miriam, wrapping an arm around her trembling shoulders and pulling her gently into a comforting side embrace.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured, his voice steady yet tender.

“Layla isn’t like us.

She’s just angry with us for ignoring her all these years.

But if we’re patient, I’m sure she’ll come back.” He caressed her arm soothingly, trying to ease her pain.

Miriam leaned into him, her tears staining his shirt as she whispered, “Forgive me, Darius.

I should never have forced you into things you didn’t want.

I was so consumed by my love for you… so desperate for you to see me and only me.” Her voice broke, and she let out a shaky breath as the weight of her emotions poured out.

Darius sighed deeply, his own regret surfacing as he held her closer.

“We both made mistakes, Miriam,” he said softly.

“But it’s not too late to try to mend what’s broken.

Layla deserves to know we’re willing to change-for her and for us.” Miriam nodded her head in understanding.

“Also, don’t hate Orabela.

You can’t throw her away and end your relationship with her.

We can’t repeat the same mistake again,” Darius suggested.

“I had to be with Seraphina because she was pregnant at the same time.

The past can’t be mended, but our future can be.

You can hate me as much as you want, but don’t take out on Layla and Orabela anymore.” Miriam shook her head.

“I don’t want to see Orabela.

Seraphina ruined me.

I gave everything to her daughter while neglecting my own in front of my eyes.

I made my own daughter work like a servant for years.” “Miriam, Orabela didn’t know the truth.

You can’t do this to her.

What if she takes any wrong step?

Won’t you regret it?

If you don’t want to do anything, then I will.

I want to bring my both daughters on the same table and talk to them.

Layla will have many complaints from me, you and her grandmother, but I am ready to face them,” he announced his decision to her.

“So, just cooperate with me,” he urged.