Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Save your punches Chapter 218: Save your punches “Layla, I’ve digitally signed the documents.

Please review them at your convenience,” she said, holding her phone on speaker as she leaned back in her chair.

“Of course.

By the way, the client has specifically requested your presence at tonight’s dinner.

I did mention that you might not be able to attend due to the recent incident, but he seemed quite insistent, pointing out that the same reason was given last time.

If you’d prefer, I can decline again, but it might strain our relationship with him,” Aiden explained in a professional yet a cautious tone.

Lucius, who had been silently observing from nearby, caught the entire exchange.

“Inform your client that Layla will attend the dinner.

There’s no need for him to worry,” Lucius interjected firmly.

Layla turned to him with wide eyes, silently questioning his abrupt decision with a pointed gesture.

“Good morning, Boss.

It’s good to hear from you.

I’ll pass along the message and ensure the client is reassured,” Aiden replied.

“Hmm.

Good,” Lucius murmured, his intense gaze still fixed on Layla, a glimmer of amusement playing in his eyes.

“Boss, you didn’t answer your calls.

Roger and I were genuinely worried about you,” Aiden said, his concern evident over the phone.

“I’ve been…

punished,” Lucius replied with a faint smirk, the humor in his voice unmistakable.

“Your boss is grounded,” Layla interjected, her tone dry but laced with authority.

“He’s not allowed to go out for a week, and I’ve confiscated his phone as part of his sentence.” “What?” Aiden’s shock was audible, and he struggled to process the revelation.

“Confiscated his phone?

Seriously?” “If there’s nothing else to discuss, I’ll be ending the call now,” Layla said, her tone indicating she was ready to move on.

“No, Madam, that’s all for today.

Thank you,” Aiden replied, still sounding slightly baffled.

The call disconnected and Layla sharply glared at him.

“I could have postponed this arrangement with the client,” Layla muttered, her tone carrying a trace of irritation as she set her phone down.

Lucius leaned casually against the desk, his hands gripping its edges as he regarded her with a steady gaze.

“Don’t compromise your work because of me,” he said firmly.

“Besides, my arm is healed now.

There’s no reason for you to fuss.” His expression softened slightly as he added, “By the way, your parents asked about me yesterday.

They wanted to know how I was doing.

Their message caught me off guard.” Layla raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“I’m glad they’re worried about their son-in-law.

Do you think I should invite them to Father’s birthday celebration?” “Of course,” Lucius replied without hesitation.

“It’s a family occasion.

They should be there.” “Okay.

I’ll invite them,” she stated and stood up from her place.

“Are you still upset with me?” He held her arm, slowly pulling toward him.

Making her stand between his legs, he nuzzled his nose on her neck.

“I am ready to talk to Demitri on the same table as you want.

For you, I’ll see him even though I’ve told myself not to ever see his face,” Lucius murmured, his head rested on her shoulder.

“Lucius, you need to understand Demitri’s side too.

Don’t blame him for hiding things from you.

I know it’s hurtful, but you need to think about the present now.

What’s done in the past can’t be changed,” Layla said.

He tilted his head, and found she had her gaze fixed on him.

“You give me answers in the most unexpected way,” Lucius said and moved his head up.

“I met Demitri last night.

My heart ached when you suddenly broke into tears.

It must be a big matter, so solve it as soon as you can,” Layla advised him.

“Hmm.

I will,” Lucius assured her.

“It won’t be easy.

Demitri didn’t look right.

You even bruised his face.

Save your punches for the person who killed Matteo,” Layla pronounced, a small smile appearing on her lips.

“Alright,” Lucius said.

Without warning, Layla leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a sudden, tender kiss.

“I’m not upset with you,” she said softly, her voice steady yet full of emotion.

“I’m just worried about you.

I don’t want you to suffer, Lucius.” Her hands rested gently on his shoulders as she kissed him again.

Lucius didn’t hesitate this time.

Wrapping his arms securely around her waist, he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss with an intensity that mirrored the emotions swirling between them.

~~~~ “Evelina, you weren’t supposed to hurt my son,” Alekis said as he held the phone to his ear.

“That was the only way to keep him safe,” Evelina replied from the other end, her tone calm but firm.

“Since when has he known about his father?” “I have no idea,” Alekis admitted with a heavy sigh.

“I’m as clueless as you are.

But as his mother, Evelina, you should show him some softness-some love.

You care for your new family, your other sons, but why do you hate Lucius so much?” His voice rose, filled with a mixture of anger and desperation.

“What’s broken can’t be mended,” Evelina said coldly.

“Alekis, this isn’t about hate.

It’s about protecting him.

Just make sure Lucius doesn’t stay involved in that world.

Do something before it’s too late.

You already lost one son because of those mafias.” Her voice softened slightly, tinged with unease.

“We’ve hidden the truth from everyone, especially Lucius.

But how much longer can we keep it buried?

The weight of it all keeps me up at night,” Evelina admitted.

“I regret falling in love with you,” Alekis said.

“There’s no use to remember the past.

We have turned much old now,” Evelina stated.

“Yes.

But I can’t do anything anymore.

I tried my best to keep Lucius away.

But I don’t wish to do it anymore.

He needs to find the truth.

Even I want to know how my older son died.

Don’t come here anymore.

I beg you.

You have inflicted a lot of pain on Lucius already.

Layla is there for him now,” Alekis asserted and hung up the call as his eyes turned a little moist.