Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Let my arrogance win
Roger stepped out of the shower, a towel draped around his shoulders as he ran another end of it through his damp hair. Just as he reached for his phone on the nightstand, it buzzed, the screen flashing with an unfamiliar number.

Frowning, he picked it up and answered, bringing the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Lucius gave me your number. This is Varya.”

Roger froze, caught off guard. For a brief moment, his mind went completely blank.

“Hello?” Varya’s voice came again, a hint of amusement laced in her tone. “Can you hear me, Roger?”

“Ah, yes,” Roger finally replied, shaking off his momentary surprise. “Varya, I can hear you. Are you in Italy already?”

“Yes, I am,” she confirmed. “I’ve already checked into the hotel.” There was a brief pause before she added, “Can you meet me this evening?”

Roger glanced at the clock, running a hand through his damp hair. “Yes, I can,” he answered without hesitation. “Where are you staying?” Roger asked, leaning back against the headboard.

“It’s Castello Di Rosa. Room number 1703,” Varya replied smoothly.

“Alright. I’ll see you in the evening,” he assured her.

Before he could say anything else, the call ended abruptly. Roger stared at the phone for a moment before chuckling.

“Seems like she didn’t want to meet me,” he mused. “But Boss somehow made it happen.”

Shaking his head, he sat down on the mattress and scrolled through his phone. His eyes flicked over several notifications before landing on a message from Sylvia—sent a few days ago.

He saw his message but didn’t reply her. Placing the phone on the mattress, he went to the cupboard and took out a black turtle-neck sweater. He put it on and lay on the bed, blankly staring at the ceiling.

“Boss has left for Switzerland with Layla. I hope they have a lot of fun time there. About me… I’m still unsure. If Varya stays here for more than a week, I may have to change her heart regarding dating. But will it be possible?” Roger murmured and sighed deeply.

He recalled how Lucius told her that Varya and Matteo were secretly in a relationship, which made him wonder if Varya would even consider opening her heart for him.

Shaking his head, he finally sat up and went to the kitchen to have a light breakfast.

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“Alekis, how is your relationship with Ivy going?” Alekis asked, setting his empty teacup onto the saucer with a soft clink. He removed his glasses and carefully placed them in their case, his sharp gaze shifting back to Roderick.

“It’s going well,” Roderick replied nonchalantly.

“How well?” Alekis pressed, narrowing his eyes. “You’re not playing with Ivy’s heart, are you?”

Roderick shook his head, feeling a flicker of embarrassment. “No, Grandpa,” he said firmly.

Alekis leaned back slightly. “Her parents want her to settle down soon. I think it’s time you two start considering it as well.”

Before Roderick could respond, a maid entered the room, silently collecting the teacup and saucer before retreating to the kitchen, leaving them alone once more.

“We only started dating recently. I think we should give each other more time,” Roderick asserted.

Alekis studied his grandson’s face for a moment, searching his eyes. After a brief silence, he gave a slow nod. “Sure.”

Roderick exhaled subtly, relieved. “Thanks, Grandpa,” he said with a small smile.

“Don’t fool me like the last time,” Alekis pronounced. “You and Orabela played a game with both the families. I was hurt that time. It was difficult to believe that my grandson cheated on some woman. I know you later regretted losing Layla,” he opined.

“Grandpa, I don’t know why I did that. I feel I’m not good enough for anyone,” Roderick said, lowering his eyes in shame.

Alekis observed his grandson carefully, his expression unreadable. “Reflect on what you’ve done. Treat your current girl well. Be a gentleman. I know you were insecure in the past regarding the company, but the way you went about things was wrong. You hurt Layla. But perhaps… she wasn’t meant to be your destiny,” he said, his words deliberate, as if trying to draw out the truth still buried within Roderick.

Roderick let out a slow breath, his hands curling into fists on his lap. “Grandpa, back then, I had only one goal—to become the chairman. I was so obsessed with it that I saw nothing else. Everyone around me seemed insignificant, even those who truly cared for me. I took Layla’s kindness and loyalty for granted.”

“She was everything I dreamed of in a woman,” he admitted, a bitter chuckle escaping him. “But instead of embracing her for who she was, I let my arrogance win. I was afraid her illegitimate status would bring shame to me, to the company. I lost sight of what was right and wrong… and I welcomed Orabela’s advances without thinking of the consequences.”

Roderick clenched his jaw. “I regret it every single day,” he confessed. “That’s why I still feel like I shouldn’t marry anyone. How could I, when I destroyed something so pure? I did wrong.”

He looked down, exposing the depths of his remorse to his grandfather.

“Layla has moved on from you,” Alekis continued, causing Roderick to look up at him. “But the fact that you’ve realized your mistakes means you still have a chance—to live, to change, to do better. You can’t erase the past, Rick, but you can decide what kind of man you want to be moving forward.”

Roderick swallowed the lump that had been formed in his throat.

“Just try to be a good human first,” Alekis advised. “You made a horrible mistake, but don’t let it consume you. Don’t let it define the rest of your life. Ivy is your chance. Look forward to your relationship with her,” he added.

Roderick hummed as he nodded his head silently. ‘Ivy doesn’t want a jerk like me. I don’t want her to become my wife. She’s a nice woman, who deserves a better man in her life. Not me, at least.’