Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Failed miserably, Roger
“That will be great. How did you become Matteo’s friend?” Luca inquired.

“I met him in school days. From there, we became close friends. What about you? Why did you never come to see him? I never heard about you from him either,” Lucius stated.

“I did come when his parents died in an accident,” Luca replied as he threw the cigaratte butt on the floor and pressed it with his boot. Picking it up, he threw the butt in a nearest bin.

“Oh. I never noticed you,” Lucius murmured.

“Matteo and I hardly talked to each other. I told you were not on good terms. I didn’t like it he was on a path to become a mafia. I think we both argued about that and I eventually walked away, telling him he might regret it one day,” Luca stated. “Did he ever say it to you? And why did you even get involved with him?”

“Matteo never regretted his work. In fact, he’s the one who brought me out of the darkness. My parents got divorced and I was struggling a lot as a high schooler. If not for him, I would have not be able to cope with the loss. Though I had everything in my life, I wasn’t happy. I didn’t want to live, honestly, after my brother died. He showed me the path and I took all my frustration out by eliminating the big or small gangster groups.”

Luca nodded in understanding as he realized Lucius had a different to fight against his own traumas and fears.

“I hope he’s at peace now. I am happy as a friend he protected you till the end. Not every friend does that. Matteo must have regarded you as his own family,” Luca remarked.

“Yes,” Lucius replied with a warm smile. “It’s late. We should retire to our rooms now.”

“Yep. Good night,” Luca said and walked away after patting his shoulder.

Lucius, too, walked in after a while and went to bed to rest for some time.

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A firm knock on the door pulled Varya’s attention away from her laptop screen. She lifted her head, her brows knitting together in mild surprise when she saw Roger standing at the entrance.

“May I come in?” he asked.

“It’s late,” Varya replied, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Yeah,” Roger acknowledged, stepping inside anyway. “But I won’t take much of your time.”

She watched as he entered the room, a first-aid kit in his hand. Her confusion deepened, and she furrowed her brows.

“What’s that?” she questioned. “If you’re injured, I can call a doctor to come by. He’ll take care of it. But to my knowledge, you weren’t even shot.”

Roger walked over to the desk, placed the kit down, and flipped it open. “I’m not injured,” he said as he pulled out a cotton swab. His gaze flickered up to hers. “But you are.”

Varya blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then she scoffed, squinting at him. “No, I’m not. I’m perfectly fine.”

Roger merely gave her a pointed look, unconvinced by her response. He approached her and turned the chair on which she was seated and got on his knees before her. He then grasped her hand gently and pushed up her sleeve. There was a knife wound on her wrist, which she got during a close fight with one of the Vladimir’s bodyguard in the forest and it didn’t go unnoticed from Roger’s eyes.

He gently dabbed the swab over the wound and she hissed in pain.

“Sorry,” Roger apologized and blew the air over it. “I thought you were a strong lady, who doesn’t flinch from such injuries. Seems like you are a human too,” he remarked.

“What are you trying to imply?” Varya questioned.

“Nothing.” Roger put away the swab and searched for the ointment. Finding it, he applied it over her wound and looked at her, “Don’t lower your sleeve now. Also, go to bed. You need rest.”

Varya felt strange and pulled back her hand.

“I think we are not close enough to talk in such an informal tone, Mr. Volkariz,” Varya stated, reminding him of their relationship.

“But I thought we are of same age,” Roger replied.

“Same age?” Varya chuckled. “I’m 33,” she muttered.

“Ahh. I’m 34. Turns out, I am a year older than you, Varya,” Roger replied, this time he even pronounced her name.

“If you are trying to woo me, then you have failed miserably, Roger,” Varya stated and the two of them stood up. “I don’t date for your information. I have much more stuff in my hand than wasting my time over such a pathetic thing,” she clarified to him.

“I never asked for that though,” Roger replied, smiling.

Varya opened her mouth to speak, but then she just simply chuckled. “You are the first guy who dared to speak like that before me. If you don’t want to get a hit by me, then leave before I kick you out!” She warned him.

“Alright. I am leaving. There’s no need to fuss over something so small,” Roger said, closing the first-aid box. He turned around to leave, but then he stopped and looked at her once again, “I didn’t come to you because I wanted your attention. I was genuinely concerned. You helped my boss. That’s why I felt I should return the favor too by doing something so small.”

With that, he walked out, leaving Varya alone in her office.

She felt she reacted too much and knitted her brows closely. However, she sat back on the chair and resumed her work.

Outside, Roger, placed a hand over his chest. “Gosh. She’s like a mafia queen. I thought she would truly kick me out!” He muttered and placed the kit on the table. He then rushed to the guest room and got into the bed.

Pulling the duvet up, Roger mumbled to himself, “It would have been nice if she saw me differently too. Agh! I can’t believe I fell for someone in just first sight.” Exhaling deeply, he turned to his left and closed his eyes.