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Chapter 3

Auteur: The Puppy Queue
Could Uncle Theo actually be "HeartbrokenDog"?

I immediately ducked my head as my emotions churned.

I had to find out the truth.

"Feeling shy?"

Uncle Theo's lean figure slowly approached me before I felt the couch dip under his weight.

My tongue felt as though it had twisted into a knot as I answered, "A little."

The distinct scent of pinewood—his favorite—wrapped around me. I fumbled for the remote and picked a random blockbuster to watch.

"Uncle Theo, let's watch a movie first!"

"Okay."

Behind me, his fingers tapped against the back of the couch lightly. The pleasing scent of his body wash drifted into my nose, making my heart stir.

"This movie would help get you in the mood."

Were all successful people that meticulous and fussy? They needed to get in the mood first, even for a massage.

As I racked my brain to come up with a reply, the male and female leads appeared on the screen.

They embraced each other before crushing their lips together in a kiss. The suggestive sounds they made were particularly loud in the silent living room.

I hurriedly turned my head away, only to lock eyes with Uncle Theo's heated gaze.

"Does he know we're watching this kind of movie?"

Did Uncle Theo have to be so flirtatious? Also, just who was he referring to?

The atmosphere between us grew charged, and my brain—which wasn't the brightest to begin with—seemed to slow down even more.

Right then, the male lead started to unbutton the female lead's shirt.

Feeling my mouth go dry all of a sudden, I swallowed. A tingling sensation ran down my spine.

Meanwhile, Uncle Theo leaned closer and reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behing my ear.

His voice drifted into my ear, all seductive and mesmerizing. "Does he know we're about to start?"

With that, his hand trailed from my ear to the back of my neck and further down to the button at my collarbone. His fingers brushed my skin, sending a shock of electricity through me. My heart began to race inexplicably.

Oh, I really hated him.

Why was I already in a haze, with a strange warmth coursing through me? My breath came out in short pants, and my head was spinning.

Yet he sat there, looking perfectly fine. Not just that—he even had an amused look in his eyes, as though he had everything under control.

When his hand finally came to a stop on the button at my collar, I suddenly seized his fingers.

He paused in surprise and glanced at me, an expectant look in his eyes. "Are you going to confess something?"

I thought, "Me, confess? No, you're the one who has to confess. Are you 'HeartbrokenDog'? The man who has been by a girl's side for 15 years and liked her for many, many years?"

I deliberately guided his hand back to my collarbone when he moved it away.

"Uncle Theo, why do you keep asking me about someone else?"

Uncle Theo's hand jerked, and his breath grew quicker. His demeanor reminded me of a dog panicking upon having its secret discovered.

Seeing that, I grew increasingly bold.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw that the female lead had planted herself on the male lead's lap. I imitated her movements rather clumsily as I crawled onto Uncle Theo's lap. Then, I started to draw circles on his noticeably tensed thighs.

"Could it be that you're jealous?"

To my surprise, I realized I hadn't been sitting securely, and with my legs still sore, I lost my balance when I moved my hand.

I toppled backward. Just as I thought I had taken things too far this time, a strong arm shot out and supported my back firmly.

With that, I was now lying flat on his arm. I didn't even need to do anything as he carefully pulled me back to the couch.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his rough fingertips brushed against my slightly parted lips.

"Yeah."

The low grunt was in answer to my earlier question.

"Why are you small everywhere?"

He manhandled me so that I was straddling his hips, and for a moment, I forgot how to move. All I could do was feel the hand that had saved me earlier gently rub the hem of my shirt before reaching for the soft flesh of my waist.
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