All Chapters of My Fiancé's Uncle is Obsessed With Me!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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chapter 21: the Hawthornes

Emily The moment I stepped back into the ballroom, my mask slid seamlessly into place. Soft smile. Relaxed posture. Eyes warm but distant. I greeted the ladies gathered near the center of the room, accepting their compliments with practiced grace, responding to polite inquiries about my studies, my engagement, my future. I laughed lightly when expected, nodded when appropriate, and never once let my expression slip. By Nathan’s side, I was flawless. He played his role well too—hand resting lightly at my waist, voice steady as he introduced me to acquaintances and distant relatives, all of them remarking on my composure, my beauty, my suitability. “You’re a lucky man,” one of them said, raising his glass. Nathan smiled. I smiled too. Inside, I felt hollow. I could feel him. It wasn’t logical. It wasn’t something I could explain. But even without seeing him, I knew Adrian was somewhere in the room. My skin prickled with awareness, my senses sharpened in a way they never did

chapter 22. wandering thoughts

Emily The ride back was quiet. Not the comfortable kind of silence, not the easy one that came from familiarity. It was the kind that pressed against my ears, heavy and awkward, filled with thoughts neither of us wanted to voice. Nathan drove with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on the console. His expression was neutral, relaxed even, as though the evening had been nothing more than another obligation checked off his list. I sat beside him, staring straight ahead, my reflection faintly visible in the darkened window. Lily wasn’t here to fill the space with her sharp remarks or calculated smiles. My parents were in another car, following behind. It was just the two of us. And my thoughts. They refused to quiet. My mind replayed the scene over and over again—the moment Adrian appeared behind us, the way the cameras had immediately turned, the murmurs that rippled through the crowd at the mere sound of his name. And then her. Vivian Hawthorne. Elega

chapter 23. feeling guilty

Emily I picked up the call with my heart already racing. For a split second, I just listened to his breathing on the other end, steady and calm in a way that immediately put me on edge. My mind scrambled, questions colliding with one another, each demanding to be asked first. Don’t sound desperate. Don’t sound jealous. Don’t sound like you care more than you should. Too late. The question slipped out before I could stop it. “Who is that woman?” There was a pause. Not long enough to be dramatic. Just long enough to make my chest tighten. “Which woman?” Adrian asked, his tone infuriatingly casual. I stared at my phone in disbelief, heat rushing to my face. For a brief, irrational moment, I considered throwing it across the room. “Don’t do that,” I snapped. “Vivian. Vivian Hawthorne.” “Oh,” he said, as though I’d asked about the weather. “Her.” Her. That single word made my jaw clench. “And?” I pressed. “Who is she to you?” “There’s nothing between us,” he replied smoot

chapter 24. dilemma

AdrianShe wasn’t ready.I’d known that the moment the silence stretched on the line, heavy and uncomfortable, the moment she failed to give the answer I hadn’t explicitly asked for but had been waiting to hear anyway.She was engaged. I had known that from the start.Still, I’d taken her. Made her mine in every way that mattered.But knowing she hadn’t even thought about breaking it—hadn’t even allowed herself to seriously consider us—that was what cracked something in me.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the dark screen of my phone long after the call had ended.I didn’t understand her.She didn’t love Nathan. That much was obvious. She barely tolerated him. She didn’t even seem particularly attached to her family—at least not enough to sacrifice herself emotionally for them. So what exactly was she holding on to?Reputation?Fear?Habit?Seeing her in Nathan’s arms that night had nearly driven me insane.I knew there was nothing between them. I knew it logically, the same way

chapter 25; careless mistake

EmilyI didn’t hear from Adrian the entire next day.Not a message, not a call, not even one of those short, possessive little notes that usually had me reading and rereading them until my chest ached.He must still be angry.I wanted to call him so badly. I wanted to ask questions, explain myself, maybe even apologize. But the truth was… I didn’t have the answer he wanted. And worse, I knew that whatever I said would only fan the tension between us.Too much was at stake.I kept reminding myself of that as I sat in the car on my way to work, the city moving in a blur outside the window. I was certain I wasn’t ready to lose everything for a relationship that couldn’t even exist publicly.In a society like ours, scandal was death. Social death, with whispers that lasted years and family reputations torn to shreds. I had seen it before. Heard it firsthand. Even the smallest slip—an engagement broken, a secret rendezvous, a misinterpreted glance—could destroy everything.And here I was,

chapter 26: what if?

Adrian I had been pacing the office more than a reasonable person should, checking my phone every few minutes. Every vibration made my chest tighten, hoping it was her. I wasn’t expecting her to call to offer to break the engagement, or throw herself into my arms, or even confess something dramatic. I just… wanted her to care enough to reach out. To acknowledge us. But she hadn’t. I couldn’t help the frustration building inside me. God, I was acting like a teenager with a crush, and yet, it was Emily. My Emily. The woman who refused to bend for anyone, yet who had chosen to let me in, in secret. I waited after work, expecting at least a text, a call, anything. But she was nowhere to be found. Daniel had checked for me; she left early, gone without a trace. Was she... Avoiding me? The thought of her walking around, pretending everything was normal while we had… everything between us… unacknowledged… made my teeth clenc

chapter 27.

Emily I hadn’t thought about it. Not really. Amidst the panic, the fear, the humiliation of walking into that pharmacy and whispering my situation to a stranger… amidst Adrian’s calm voice and steady reassurance… I had not truly contemplated what I would do if there was actually a baby. His question lingered in the air between us, heavy and unavoidable. What will you do if you’re really pregnant? I looked at him through the mirror. His eyes met mine instantly. That was when I saw it. Hope. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t desperate. But it was there — quiet and unmistakable. A possibility he wasn’t rejecting. A future he wasn’t afraid of. And that realization made my chest tighten. He wasn’t thinking about scandal first. He wasn’t thinking about Nathan. He wasn’t thinking about society. He was thinking about us. I didn’t have the an

chapter 28. Negative

Adrian Negative. The word lingered in the air between us, carried through the phone line in her soft, breathless voice. “It’s negative,” Emily repeated, and this time there was no mistaking the relief in it. Relief. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling of my study as I let the word settle inside me. Negative. “I see,” I replied evenly. I wouldn’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed. That would be a lie. Across the line, I could hear her breathing. It was lighter now. Steadier. Like someone who had been holding their breath for days and could finally exhale. “I was so scared,” she admitted softly. Scared. I closed my eyes. “I know,” I said. And I did. I had seen it in the way her fingers trembled. In the way she avoided certain conversations. In the way her composure cracked only when she thought I wasn’t watching. The past two weeks had been tense, she'd carried the possibility like a burden. And I carried it like a temptation, had looked forward to it, wh

chapter 29. First client

Emily My life soon returned to normal. Or at least, it looked normal from the outside. Work. Sneaking out to meet Adrian. Dinners with the Carters. Charity events. Gallery openings. Business luncheons where I had to sit straight, smile politely, and speak only when spoken to. I resumed the role I had mastered over the years — the perfect lady. Composed. Refined. Unproblematic. Untouchable. If anyone had looked closely, they might have noticed the faint exhaustion behind my eyes. The way I sometimes hesitated before answering questions about the future. The way my smile tightened whenever wedding plans were mentioned. But no one looked that closely. They saw what they wanted to see. At the Carters’ estate one Sunday afternoon, Nathan’s mother studied me over her teacup. “You’ve been very busy lately,” she remarked, her tone smooth but layered. “Still working so hard.” “Yes, ma’am,” I replied politely. “The department has been handling a new stream of projects.” She

chapter 30. Make it up to you

Emily Adrian picked me up from work. As usual, he was discreet. He waited in the underground parking lot instead of pulling up at the entrance like he had the first time we met after work I'd warned him, and I was still surprised he actually listened. The underground parking lot was dim, quiet, the hum of engines and the faint echo of footsteps bouncing off concrete walls. I spotted his car immediately. Even if there were a hundred identical vehicles parked there, I would still know which one was his. Daniel stood outside the car, ever composed. When he saw me approaching, he gave a small nod and opened the back door without a word. Sometimes I wondered what he thought of us. Of me. Of these stolen evenings. If he judged. If he pitied. Or if he had simply learned that silence was the most valuable skill in Adrian’s employment. I slid into the car. The door had barely shut before Adrian’s hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me firmly onto his lap. I let out a soft

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