Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Stealing kisses from your husband Chapter 225: Stealing kisses from your husband “Layla, what a surprise to see you in the kitchen,” Fiona remarked with mild disbelief.

“We have chefs and maids to handle these things.” Layla glanced over her shoulder, her hands skillfully chopping vegetables.

“I thought I’d prepare dinner tonight,” she replied warmly.

Fiona arched an elegant brow, her voice carrying a note of disapproval.

“You’re the daughter-in-law of the De Salvo family, Layla.

Such tasks are hardly fitting for someone of your stature.” Layla turned to face Fiona, her smile polite but unwavering.

“To me, cooking isn’t just a task or chore-it’s a way to relieve my stress and I truly enjoy it.

I appreciate your concern, but I promise, this is one thing I don’t mind doing.” Her tone was gentle, making it clear she wouldn’t be deterred.

“Okay!” Fiona didn’t press her further.

“Take the help of the maids where it’s necessary,” she suggested before walking away.

Layla simply smiled at Fiona’s retreating figure and returned to her work.

As she poured oil into the pan, sizzling it with the veggies she had chopped.

Moments later, Roderick strode into the room, his irritation evident.

“What are you people even paid for?

Can’t you manage to keep a filled water jar in my room?” he barked in his impatient and harsh tone.

But his sharp demeanor faltered the instant he saw Layla standing by the stove.

His brow furrowed in surprise, and his voice softened as his eyes fixed on her.

“Layla?

Why are you cooking?” he asked, the annoyance in his tone replaced with mild concern.

“You can take the water from the fridge and leave,” Layla replied curtly, deliberately ignoring his question.

Roderick hesitated for a moment before moving to the refrigerator.

He grabbed a water bottle, his gaze lingering on her as he asked, “Is Uncle not around?” “Hmm,” she answered without looking up, her focus remaining on the pan.

“Should I help you with something?” Roderick offered, his tone softer now, almost hesitant.

“No, thank you,” Layla said firmly, glancing at him briefly.

“I don’t want any distractions while I’m cooking.

Please, just leave,” she added, her voice carrying a polite but unmistakable edge.

Roderick hesitated again, then spoke, his voice tinged with guilt.

“Layla, I feel terrible for what I did to you.

Please don’t treat me like I’m a stranger.” Layla turned sharply, her eyes narrowing as she fixed him with a glare.

“Rick, stop acting like a child,” she snapped.

“You’re meeting a woman tomorrow, aren’t you?

Start acting like a man already.

And keep in mind that I am your aunt.” “Rick, follow me,” Lucius voiced suddenly.

Both Layla and Roderick glanced at the kitchen’s entrance.

“Don’t disturb your aunt when she’s cooking,” Lucius said, keeping his gaze focused on Layla, who passed a smile to him.

Roderick silently followed his uncle while holding the bottle in his hand and the two left the kitchen.

“What does Uncle want?” Roderick asked.

“Why did you do this?” Lucius turned on his phone and showed him the pictures.

Roderick’s eyes widened and his throat dried.

“Do you think hiring a photographer and making him click your pictures with Layla in such manner will turn everything right?” He demanded the answer from his nephew.

“I was on hospital bed and you got the chance to hug Layla, but you need to make it look dirty,” Lucius frowned as he scolded Roderick.

“I’ll let you go again because I can’t raise the hand on my brother’s son,” he stated and brushed past him, leaving his sight.

Roderick promptly made a call to the person whom he had hired for this.

But surprisingly, the person’s phone was off.

He sneered as he realized what might have transpired.

“Sometimes he scares me,” he murmured and headed to his room.

~~~~~ “I can handle it,” Layla said as Lucius stepped forward to help her.

“I’m not letting you do everything alone,” he insisted.

This time, she didn’t protest and allowed him to assist, silently appreciating his quiet determination.

As they worked together, Layla broke the silence.

“Who used Orabela’s old number?” she asked, her voice calm but laced with curiosity.

Lucius glanced at her briefly before responding, “The investigation is ongoing.

We’ll have answers soon.” Picking up the spoon, he stirred the simmering chicken soup before taking a spoonful to taste.

His eyes lit up as the rich flavor hit his tongue, and he licked his lips with satisfaction.

“This is good,” he murmured.

“Save your questions for later,” Lucius murmured before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on the exposed curve of her neck.

“Lucius!” Layla gasped, quickly stepping away from him as she shot him a sharp glare.

“We’re in the kitchen!” “So?” he replied nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Layla opened her mouth to retort, but no words came.

Instead, she let out a small huff, her lips curving into an involuntary smile despite herself.

Taking advantage of her silence, Lucius leaned in again, this time brushing his lips against hers in a playful yet lingering kiss.

“You-!” Layla exclaimed, pointing the ladle at him as her cheeks flushed.

Lucius chuckled, his smile widening.

“Layla, this really isn’t good,” he teased.

“Stealing kisses from your husband like this?

Tsk, tsk.” Layla couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head at his audacious charm as she turned back to the stove.

The smile on her lips kept growing.

“When will I get to see your bold side again?” Lucius whispered, his lips brushing against her ear in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.

His voice was low, teasing.

“I liked it when you challenged me to take the phone from you.” “I don’t know,” Layla replied softly, trying to focus on the cooking despite the heat rising in her cheeks.

Lucius rested his head on her shoulder.

“If we were alone in the house,” he murmured, his tone dripping with mischief, “I wouldn’t have let you leave the bed.” Straightening up, he watched her closely, waiting for a reaction.

“Go away,” Layla said, her voice carrying a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“You’re making it impossible for me to cook.” Lucius smirked, clearly entertained by her flustered state, but he took a small step back, his eyes never leaving her.

“Only for now, I’ll sit quietly on the chair and watch you,” he teased, his grin widening