Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 145

Chapter 145: The secrets you carry Chapter 145: The secrets you carry Sylvia pushed him away and hurled her hand in the air to slap Roger, but he caught her hand.

“Oops!

You have your first kiss with this filth.

Hope you will remember it till your last breath and get annoyed every time you recall it,” Roger pronounced.

Shoving her away this time, he made his way to the car and climbed in.

Without sparing her another glance, he drove off her sight.

“That bastard!

How dare he even kiss me?” Sylvia rubbed her lips hard using her hand.

Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, she pressed her shoe on it before she stormed into her apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

Tossing her belongings onto the couch, she made her way to the bathroom.

Turning on the tap, she splashed water on her face before scrubbing her lips until they were raw.

Grabbing her toothbrush, she brushed, cursing Roger under her breath.

“Arrogant, insufferable piece of-” she muttered, rinsing her mouth and tossing the towel aside.

Still fuming, Sylvia walked into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well, well, Roger,” she murmured, her voice low and laced with satisfaction.

“You may have thought you had the last laugh, but you’ve just handed me the perfect excuse to talk to Lucius.” Her smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with determination.

Sylvia had been looking for a way to again talk to Lucius but was unable to find one.

Now, through Roger, she could easily approach Lucius.

~~~~ “Tsar from Russia?

Why didn’t I know about any of Matteo’s dealings with him?” Lucius muttered, pacing across his study.

His sharp eyes glinted with suspicion as he came to a halt in front of an aged wooden shelf.

The shelf housed countless files, most untouched for years.

They bore the weight of the past, secrets, and decisions-most of them belonging to Matteo.

Lucius reached out and began scanning through the files, his fingers brushing over the dusty edges.

One by one, he pulled out a few that seemed significant to him.

Carrying the selected files to his polished mahogany desk, he placed them down with a dull thud.

The warm glow of the study lamp illuminated the space.

Taking a seat, Lucius opened the first file, his brow furrowing as he combed through the documents.

“Why would Matteo need to be involved with Tsar?” Lucius murmured as he skimmed the pages of the files.

Lucius, who thought he knew his late friend too well, suddenly felt like he had missed a lot of things about Matteo.

Four years ago, Matteo started meeting Tsar, but he was missing answers to when and why those answers were missing.

Lucius thought Matteo would never keep secrets from him, but he left too many secrets behind.

Lucius couldn’t find a single deal that mentioned the Tsar in any of those files.

He closed the last file and leaned back in his chair.

He was exhausted, but for some reason, he was unable to sleep.

He needed to lay beside Layla.

Switching off the lamp, Lucius left for the bedroom.

As he quietly entered the bedroom, he found Layla was in a deep slumber.

Fred’s words echoed in his head suddenly.

‘If Tsar finds out you are looking for him, he may target your wife.’ “I won’t let that happen.

He will die by my hands for taking Matteo’s life,” Lucius murmured as he vowed silently to himself.

He didn’t wait further and slid into the warm duvet beside Layla.

The tips of his fingers traced the contours of her face and he leaned close to her.

As if Layla sensed his presence even in her deep slumber, she shifted toward him, burying her face in his chest.

Lucius too hugged her and drifted off to sleep.

~~~ The next morning, Layla stirred awake at her usual time, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains.

As she turned over, her gaze fell on Lucius, still fast asleep beside her.

She noticed his attire-rumpled and unchanged from the previous night-and her heart sank.

It was clear he had returned late and exhausted.

Her fingers lightly trailed over the fabric of his shirt as a wave of concern washed over her.

“What kind of meeting keeps you up so late?” she murmured softly, her voice barely audible.

“Lucius, I wish you’d be open with me, even if it’s about your mafia work.

I know you’re trying to protect me, but it only makes me worry more.” Reaching out, she gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from his forehead.

His features, usually sharp and commanding, seemed softer in sleep, almost vulnerable.

Leaning down, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead, her lips brushing against his warm skin.

“I love you, even with all the secrets you carry,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Not wanting to disturb his rest, Layla slipped out of bed quietly.

She moved out carefully, her bare feet making no sound as she headed toward the bathroom to start her day.

After having a bath and changing into a nice floral dress, Layla went out of the room, letting Lucius take more rest.

“Good morning, Madam,” Sarah greeted her.

“Good morning,” Layla replied curtly as she descended the last step.

“Why do you look worried?” she asked.

“Madam, Sylvia has come here.

She wants to see the master.

We told her that Master Lucius shouldn’t be disturbed, but she’s not leaving.

I’m sorry for inconveniencing you with this matter in the early morning,” Sarah said while lowering her eyes.

“It’s alright.

Bring Sylvia in,” Layla instructed.

“Pardon me?” Sarah was shocked and wondered if she heard right.

“But Master has strictly prohibited her entry,” she reminded Layla.

“I know.

I want to know what Sylvia has to say to my husband.

So, allow her in.

She isn’t the type to leave, so it’s better to hear out what she has to say,” Layla pronounced.

Sarah nodded and told her she would inform the guard outside about the same.

Layla hummed and watched the housemaid leave.

Sitting on the couch, she waited for Sylvia to come inside.