Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Twist your words Chapter 146: Twist your words As Sylvia entered the living room, she found only Layla was present there.

She didn’t greet Layla and asked, “Where’s Lucius?” Resting her handbag on the couch, she then settled on it.

“Lucius is sleeping,” Layla said.

“Would you like to have tea?

Green or black tea perhaps?” she queried.

“No, thank you.

I am not here to talk to you nor drink a tea with you,” Sylvia remarked.

“I allowed you to be here because I wanted to see you.

Lucius will not spare you a glance after what you always do to him,” Layla asserted.

Sylvia furrowed her brows together.

“Don’t lecture me.

You don’t know anything about the relationship Lucius and I have,” she said sternly.

“I know.

You force Lucius.

He doesn’t like you the way you do.

You better stop using your brother to get close to my husband.

If anyone who is bearing the loss of Matteo the most, then it’s Lucius.

At least for the sake of your late brother, don’t use his name to meet Lucius.

If you cared so much about your brother, you would have asked him to stop being a mafia,” Layla remarked while revealing whatever she felt.

Sylvia sharply glared at Layla.

“My brother called Lucius the last time and he didn’t pick up.

Whose fault was this?

My brother died because there was no one to help him.

Don’t even say a word about us if you don’t even know anything.

You think marrying Lucius has given you the right to mock me!?” Her tone sounded as if she was irritated.

“You claim to like my husband but at the same time, you blame him for your brother’s demise.

Indeed, I don’t know the past but what I know is that you are harrasing my husband.

Today I allowed you thinking we should have a conversation to make you understand.

Next time, you step a foot here and trouble us, I will call the police.

Don’t take my word lightly.

I am not related to you, so I won’t show any kind of sympathy,” Layla clarified to her.

Glancing at Sarah, Layla continued, “Please show the way out to Miss Mancini.” Sylvia shot to her feet, her expression stormy, clutching her handbag tightly.

Before turning to leave, she hesitated, her frustration spilling over.

“I was here because Roger harassed me last night,” she declared, her voice sharp and accusing.

Layla’s eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to face Sylvia, confusion etched across her face.

Roger?

Harass someone?

It didn’t sound like him at all.

Despite her doubts, Layla pressed on, needing clarification.

“What exactly did he do?” Sylvia’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

“He kissed me.

Without my permission,” she said, her tone laced with contempt.

“Tell Lucius to punish Roger for what he did.

And let him know that I want Roger to stay miles away from me.

I don’t have time to deal with leeches like him.” With that, Sylvia spun on her heel and strode out, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

“Why did Roger do it?

Why did he even see Sylvia?” Layla murmured, pacing slowly as her thoughts swirled.

Meanwhile, outside the house, Sylvia crossed paths with Roger, who froze momentarily upon seeing her.

Shock flickered in his eyes, but he quickly masked it, choosing not to acknowledge her.

Without a word, he walked past her and entered the house.

Stepping into the living room, Roger immediately noticed Layla seated on the couch.

Forcing a polite smile, he greeted her.

“Good morning, madam.” Layla returned the gesture with a warm, albeit distracted, smile.

“Good morning, Roger.

Please, take a seat.” Roger hesitated for a moment before lowering himself into the sofa chair across from her.

His expression shifted into one of concern.

“Why was Sylvia here?” he asked, his tone wary.

“Madam, you shouldn’t allow her inside the house.” “I thought about talking to her,” Layla began, her tone exasperated.

“But she has a thick skin.

She doesn’t listen to anyone.” “That’s true,” Roger replied, nodding in agreement.

Layla hesitated, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“Umm… Roger,” she started carefully, “she was here to complain about you.” Roger’s brows shot up in surprise.

“What?” he exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief.

Lowering his gaze, he clenched his fists, his thoughts racing.

‘She wouldn’t come here for something trivial… but then again, she’s a psycho.’ “What exactly did Sylvia say?” he asked after a brief pause.

Layla pursed her lips together, as if reluctant to voice the accusation.

Finally, she spoke, her words measured.

“Sylvia said… that you harassed her last night.

She claimed that you kissed her without her permission.” Roger froze as he recalled about the last night.

“Why did you do it?” Layla asked after reading his expressions.

“I-I didn’t intend to do it.

Madam, she always demeans me for being nothing.

And I thought I should teach her a lesson by giving her the first kiss,” Roger stated.

“I didn’t know she would use something like that to come here and call it harrasment.

But then, I accept it.

I made a mistake,” he affirmed, admitting his mistake while lowering his eyes.

Layla understood what kind of harsh remarks Sylvia must have thrown on Roger.

“She asked me to tell Lucius about this,” Layla stated.

“She expects him to punish you.” Roger straightened in his seat, his jaw tightening.

“I will tell Boss myself,” he said while accepting his fault.

“I’m sorry for inconveniencing you so early in the morning.” He paused before adding, “I’ll go and apologize to Sylvia and clear things up.” Layla frowned, her concern evident.

“I think you shouldn’t go alone.

Sylvia doesn’t like you, not even a bit.

Even if you’re sincere, she won’t listen and might twist your words or worse, hurt you.

Talk to Lucius first.

See what he has to say.” Roger considered her advice and nodded.

“You’re right.

It’s a better idea.” Layla leaned back slightly, her expression softening.

“Lucius is stressed these days,” she noted, her voice dropping slightly.

“Also, he went to a certain meeting last night.

Do you know anything about it?” Roger’s face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of hesitation before he replied smoothly, “It was a meeting with a client, Madam.

Rest assured, there’s nothing to worry about.” Layla sighed, nodding slowly.

“Oh.

That’s a relief, then.

I just hope Lucius doesn’t let himself get harmed in any way,” she added, her words laced with quiet concern, knowing Roger would relay this to Lucius later.

Roger clasped his hands together, his expression tightening with thought.

“Boss is more worried about something else,” he admitted after a moment.

“How he’s going to claim the position of chairman when his past keeps resurfacing.

Someone sent you that envelope-the one with items from Boss’s past.

Nobody ever talks about the fact that Boss was in that accident, too.

It’s a miracle he survived.” Layla’s brows furrowed, her heart aching as she listened.

Roger continued, his voice heavy, “He regrets it to this day, especially the loss of his older brother.

It’s a wound that’s never really healed.

Same goes for the loss of Matteo.” Layla’s heart ached to listen to that.

Lucius had given her strength and helped her achieve the impossible.

Now, it was her turn to do the same for him.

‘I still need to avenge on my ex because of whom it all started,’ she thought.