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• Desired by my Ex-fiance's Uncle   CHAPTER 34

  “Good to see you again, Mr. Wayne.” Tristan greeted Asher as they met up in the hospital. “How’s my sis…I mean, Miss Lane doing?” Asher returned the greeting with a friendly nod, though his expression remained firm. “She regained consciousness this morning, and the doctor says she’s stable.”Tristan exhaled in relief and his face lit up. “That’s great news. I should go and see her now.”“Yeah,” Asher agreed. “But do it later. We need to run the DNA test before the samples get contaminated.”“Right,” Tristan nodded as he recalled the situation at hand. He reached into the inner pocket of his suit and retrieved a paper envelope from there.“This is my father’s sample,” he explained as he held it out to Asher. “I swabbed it from his teacup this morning.”“That’s good,” Asher replied, and raised a ziplock bag with Jasmine’s strand of hair inside. “And this is Miss Lane’s. Let’s get them checked right away.”On that note, the men headed toward the hospital’s laboratory, matching each oth

• Desired by my Ex-fiance's Uncle   CHAPTER 33

  The next morning, Jasmine finally regained consciousness, but had to blink for a few seconds after opening her eyes to get them adjusted to the bright lighting of the ward. Her brows furrowed as she glanced around the room, and they rose in surprise when her gaze landed on Asher, who was asleep on the chair next to her bed with his head slightly tilted backward.The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his arms, which he folded across his broad chest, and his jaw was set in a firm line as though he had fallen asleep mid-anger.Jasmine gently sat up on the bed, and winced a little at the dull ache in her head.She tried to recall how she had ended up in the hospital, but her mind was still too hazy to piece anything together.Her gaze drifted toward Asher again, and almost as though he felt her eyes on him, his own snapped open. Jasmine's breath hitched from the sudden action, and she accidentally choked on her spit, which caused her to break into a coughing fit.Asher’s eyes widene

• Desired by my Ex-fiance's Uncle   CHAPTER 32

  Jasmine had her legs wrapped around Jason’s waist with her head thrown back as she mewled like a cat in heat while he thrust into her.The both of them were so engrossed in their passionate rendezvous that they hadn’t noticed Asher’s presence.An infuriated Asher, who was seconds away from exploding into full blown rage, grabbed a vase from the bookshelf next to the entrance and smashed it on the floor.The sound of the vase shattering into pieces finally jerked the couple into reality, and they instantly pulled away from each other to look at the source of the sound.Immediately their eyes landed on Asher, their bodies sprang into action.Charlotte leapt off Jason’s desk, almost tripping over her own feet as she scrambled to cover her nakedness. While Jason’s face flushed red as he quickly put on his trousers, buttoned his shirt and shrugged on his suit.“Uncle,” he called out in surprise after clearing his throat. “What brings you to my office?”Asher’s jaw clenched and his lips we

• Desired by my Ex-fiance's Uncle   CHAPTER 31

  The waitress paled as Tristan’s indirect threat lingered in the air. Her gaze darted between him and Asher’s imposing forms, and at that moment, it became glaringly obvious that there was no way out for her.She tightly wrapped her fingers around each other, and bit her lips as she debated which step to take.“Answer the fucking question, dammit!” Asher snapped after her silence had completely waned his patience.The waitress flinched at the sharp sound of his voice, and her eyes prickled with hot tears as she finally confessed. “I-I was p-paid by a lady to sneak sesame seeds into the food I served you,” her lips quivered as she lowered her head in shame. “I-I’m deeply sorry. I didn’t know my actions would cause such harm.”Asher tightened his fist so hard his knuckles looked almost translucent. He had to force out a deep breath to prevent himself from exploding into a fit of rage.Meanwhile, a more composed Tristan, kept his gaze trained on the waitress. “Did the lady who paid you

• Desired by my Ex-fiance's Uncle   CHAPTER 30

  Asher’s eyes widened in surprise at the bombshell Tristan had just dropped. But the shock only lasted a few seconds before his brows furrowed.“What do you mean?”Tristan's tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I’m not a hundred percent sure yet,” he admitted. “But the coincidence is too much to ignore. Asher remained silent as he waited for Tristan to elaborate, and Tristan took a deep breath before he continued.“I had a sister with the same birthmark and allergies as Miss. Lane. Her name was Julia, and she went missing during a family trip twenty years ago. We searched tirelessly for her, but had to give up eventually when the police closed the case due to lack of leads.”Asher slowly nodded as he processed Tristan’s revelation. Could Jasmine really be the Yates long-lost daughter?It seemed like a possibility, but he momentarily pushed the thought aside.“We can’t jump to any conclusions yet,” Asher spoke finally. “The most important thing right now is Jasmine’s recovery. Until t

• Desired by my Ex-fiance's Uncle   CHAPTER 29

  Charlotte’s gaze darted back to Tristan, and her palms became clammy as she looked everywhere but his face. “Yes…no…actually, I just arrived,” she sputtered the first lie that popped up in her mind. “But I got an emergency call, that’s why I was rushing out.”“Tristan’s frown didn’t falter in the slightest, instead his gaze narrowed even more as he dissected her words. “That means you should have seen your sister being carried out.”Charlotte’s breath caught in panic. “No, no I didn’t,” she denied, shaking her head as she scrambled to come up with another lie.“It must…it must have happened while I was busy on my phone. I wouldn’t be acting so surprised if I already knew.”The waiter, who had been standing awkwardly beside them, stared back and forth in confusion.He had no idea what they were talking about, he just needed to know if Charlotte still wanted the wine.“Ma’am,” he interjected, albeit hesitantly as his grip on the neck of the bottle tightened, “does this mean you won’t