Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 235

Chapter 235: Family Trip (2) Chapter 235: Family Trip (2) “Sit behind me, Dad,” Lucius said, gesturing toward the bicycle he had carefully prepared for their outing.

Alekis raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“I can manage just fine on my own,” he countered, motioning to another bicycle nearby.

“You should sit behind me instead.” Lucius hesitated but eventually relented with a chuckle, letting his father take charge.

He knew Alekis’s determination was not to be argued with.

Meanwhile, Layla and Fiona opted for a shared bicycle, laughing as they debated who would ride first.

They decided to take turns.

“I’ll ride my own cycle,” Ivy stated firmly, addressing Roderick.

“That’s great,” Roderick replied, masking the faint sting of her tone with a polite smile.

He wondered, not for the first time, why Ivy had even agreed to join them when her dislike for him was so apparent.

Deciding not to dwell on it, he focused instead on the purpose of this outing-to clear his mind and create some cherished moments with his family.

His gaze wandered to Layla, who was deep in conversation with Fiona, her laughter ringing like a melody in the air.

A strange void stirred within him as he watched her-an ache he couldn’t even name anymore.

Ivy noticed Roderick’s soft gaze lingering on Layla and shook her head in disapproval.

“She’s your aunt, isn’t she?

You might want to do something about that look,” she remarked in a sharp tone before pedaling ahead on her bicycle without waiting for a reply.

“Tsk,” Roderick muttered under his breath, snapping out of his thoughts.

He adjusted his grip on the handlebars and began cycling, his pace steady.

Aiden followed close behind, with Roger perched on the back seat of his bike, clinging tightly to his friend.

“Dad, you’re really great at cycling,” Lucius said, his admiration evident in his voice.

“If your legs start feeling the strain, don’t hesitate to tell me.” His concern was genuine, as he glanced at his father riding in front of him.

Alekis chuckled in a proud tone.

“I may be old, but my legs are still strong,” he assured his son.

As they rode along, an old memory flashed in Alekis’s mind.

“You know,” Alekis began, “when you started walking and running as a toddler, I bought you a little bicycle.

You’d ride it all over the house, morning till night.” He laughed at the memory, his shoulders shaking with mirth.

“You were unstoppable, zooming around every corner like the house was your personal racetrack.” Lucius glanced over his shoulder, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I don’t remember that,” he admitted.

Alekis tilted his head slightly, his gaze distant.

“Of course, you were too young to remember all that.

It feels like it was just yesterday.

Hard to believe my little boy has grown up this quick,” he murmured, his voice filled with nostalgia.

“Dad, there’s going to be a steep slope ahead.

You should switch seats with me,” Lucius suggested, his tone firm but laced with concern.

Alekis glanced back with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smirk.

“Why?

Are you worried your old man might tumble down the slope with you?” he challenged.

“Let me remind you, in my prime, I won countless cycling races.

Just hold on tight, son,” he added confidently.

Lucius hesitated but obeyed, wrapping his arms around his father’s waist.

It felt oddly comforting-a moment of trust and connection he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

He couldn’t help but smile as he thought about how this was the first time he’d spent such carefree, joyful moments with his father.

As they approached the slope, the childlike thrill in Alekis seemed to come alive.

His laughter rang out as he maneuvered the bicycle with ease, gliding smoothly down the slanted path.

“See?

I told you,” Alekis said over his shoulder, his voice filled with a playful pride.

Lucius couldn’t help but laugh, holding on tighter as they picked up speed.

This memory, he thought, would stay with him forever.

“Lucius and Father are really enjoying themselves,” Fiona remarked, glancing at the duo ahead with a soft smile.

“Yeah, they are,” Layla agreed, slowing her cycle to a stop as they reached a stone statue of a lady.

The sculpture stood tall, weathered by time, yet exuding a quiet elegance that matched the serene surroundings.

Fiona gazed at the statue, her expression contemplative.

“This town holds a special place in my heart,” she began, drawing Layla’s attention.

“When I first married Antoine, he brought me here.

At the time, I wasn’t ready to accept the marriage.

I didn’t love him,” she admitted, her voice laced with bittersweet memories.

“My family was strict, and being their only daughter, I had to follow their wishes.” Layla tilted her head, curiosity evident in her eyes.

“Then how did you two work through the differences?” she asked, walking beside Fiona as the older woman began to move forward.

Layla pushed her cycle gently, matching Fiona’s pace.

Fiona’s steps were measured, as though she were treading carefully through her memories.

“Antoine worked tirelessly for our relationship,” she said.

“I hurt him, not once, but many times.

Yet, he never gave up on me.

He was patient in a way few men are.

Honestly, I think if it had been anyone else in his place, they might have walked away.” Her voice softened, and her gaze turned distant.

“Sometimes, it’s hard to believe he’s no longer with me,” she murmured, her eyes misting over.

Layla placed a gentle hand on Fiona’s arm, offering silent support.

“For my son and father-in-law, I had to be strong,” Fiona said softly.

“I couldn’t afford to cry endlessly over Antoine’s loss, no matter how much I wanted to.

Lucius was already drowning in his grief, and he needed me to be his anchor.” Layla listened attentively, her hands resting lightly on the handlebars of her bicycle as they walked.

“Things were hard,” Fiona continued, her gaze fixed on the path ahead.

“We weren’t just mourning a husband and father-we were trying to piece together a life that felt shattered.

The idea of family was more like a distant picture, something we saw but couldn’t quite touch.

And it stayed like that until you entered in our family.” Fiona offered a smile to Layla, who smiled back.

“Forgive Roderick, okay?

He did truly wrong to you and I failed in teaching him the right things,” Fiona requested in the end.

“Hmm.” Layla just smiled, but didn’t say anything since she understood a mother’s heart, who wanted her son’s growth.

~~~~~ A Happy New Year to all of you.

May this year brings peace of mind, happiness, wealth and a good health to all of us😊.

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