Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Seems like I’m a child Chapter 215: Seems like I’m a child “I apologize on his behalf,” Layla said softly.

“You don’t have to, Layla,” Demitri replied, placing his mug down on the table with a gentle clink.

His gaze remained steady, though a flicker of unease passed through his eyes.

“I always knew that one day Lucius would do it.

You shouldn’t let this trouble you.” “How can I not be worried?” Layla countered, a hint of disappointment lacing her words.

Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile as her gaze dropped to the table.

“It pains me to see him working so hard, painstakingly piecing together every shred of evidence he finds.

Do you know the first time I saw him?

He was drenched in the rain, covered in bruises, and looked utterly devastated.

I can still picture the look on his face.” Demitri remained silent, lowering his eyes to avoid her piercing gaze.

Layla sighed, realizing it wouldn’t be right to pressure him further.

“If that’s your decision, then I respect it.

But for Lucius’s sake, please reconsider.

I beg you.” She stood up, placing a few bills on the table.

“I’ll take my leave now.

Thank you for giving me your time, and once again, I’m sorry.” Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out of the café.

Roderick was waiting by the car, his sharp eyes catching sight of Layla as she approached.

Without a word, he opened the door for her and stepped aside, allowing her to settle into the passenger seat.

Once inside, Layla leaned her head against the window, her troubled expression reflected in the glass.

Roderick didn’t ask anything immediately, giving her space as he started the car and drove toward home.

Midway through the drive, he finally broke the silence.

“Why are you upset?” he asked, glancing at her briefly.

Layla remained quiet, her thoughts elsewhere.

“You can at least tell me,” he insisted after a pause.

“I might be able to help.” Layla straightened slightly, her voice cold yet calm.

“I want you to treat your uncle with more respect.

That’s the least I expect from you.” Roderick tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his jaw clenching.

“Have you ever tried to understand what I went through when I lost my father?” “I would have,” Layla replied sharply, “if you hadn’t betrayed me.

You can’t play the victim all the time and use that as an excuse to pour your hatred onto your uncle.

I hope you understand the difference.” Roderick’s voice rose slightly, his frustration evident.

“Did you not hear how my uncle sent Orabela to-” “It doesn’t matter what he did,” Layla interrupted, cutting him off.

“You were already with Orabela before that.

Don’t twist the past to justify your actions.” Her tone softened slightly, but the rage in her words remained.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore.

I’ve told you before-I have no feelings for you.

To me, you’re just Lucius’s nephew, nothing more.” Roderick fell silent.

The rest of the drive was filled with a tense atmosphere.

When they finally arrived home, neither spoke as they stepped out of the car.

She took the keys from him.

“Thank you,” she said and turned to go ahead when Roderick held her hand.

Layla yanked it off and took a step back.

“I told you not to touch me like that,” she said sternly before walking ahead of him.

Roderick ran his fingers and let out a frustrated sigh before heading inside.

~~~~~ The next morning, Lucius woke up with a pounding headache.

His temples throbbed as flashes of the previous night surfaced-his heated argument with Demitri and the chaos he had unleashed.

“Fuck,” he muttered, sitting up in bed.

He ran a hand down his face, then pinched the bridge of his nose as guilt and frustration consumed him.

“I revealed that in the most inappropriate way.” As he was lost in thought, a familiar voice broke through.

“You’re awake!” Layla’s gentle tone reached his ears.

Lowering his hand, Lucius looked up to see Layla standing at the doorway.

She held a tray with a teapot and a single teacup on it.

“You looked like you needed this,” she said, stepping into the room and placing the tray on the nightstand.

Lucius let out a weary sigh.

“Sorry for troubling you.

I didn’t wish to drink,” he said.

Layla poured the tea into the cup and handed it to Lucius.

“It’s fine.

I’m not angry.

But you are not allowed to go out for this entire week nor you’ll receive any calls from Roger or Aiden or any of your men,” she stated.

“I have already confiscated your phone.” Lucius chuckled and accepted the punishment.

“Seems like I’m a child,” he murmured and took a sip of the refreshing chamomile tea.

“So, you sent Orabela to Roderick’s room?!” Layla arched her eyebrow.

Lucius lowered the teacup, his fingers tightening briefly around the porcelain before setting it back on the tray.

“Yes.

I felt I should make a move,” he stated firmly, his voice steady.

“You were unaware of many things, and my patience was wearing thin.

That’s why I set a trap.

I don’t think I did wrong.

Though,” he paused, a flicker of regret crossing his face, “my way of approaching you was abrupt and far from impressive.” Layla tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Then find an impressive way to marry me,” she said.

Lucius’s eyes locked with hers as though he was reading her every thought.

After a moment, he gave a slight nod.

“Alright,” he replied, his voice softer.

Layla leaned back slightly, folding her hands in her lap.

“You were crying last night,” she began gently.

“What happened between you and Demitri?” Lucius’s jaw tightened, and his expression darkened.

“He did something for Matteo but didn’t tell me,” he admitted after a pause.

“He regrets helping Matteo, and now he’s convinced my life will be in danger if he continues to assist him.” He exhaled sharply.

“I don’t want to talk about him.” Layla studied him quietly.

“You may not want to talk about it now,” she said softly, “but you’ll have to face it eventually.

Whatever happened between you two, it’s clear it weighs heavily on both of you.” Lucius didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the cup of tea in front of him.

He wasn’t ready to delve deeper into his feelings, not yet.

Instead, he changed the subject.

“Let’s talk about something else,” he murmured.