Tied To The My Ex's Hot Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Noella’s POVAfter leaving Enrick's house, which was now occupied by Stuart's family, I got into a taxi with a sad feeling. A feeling of emptiness came over me as the cab drove towards Uncle Martin's house. The streets I used to walk on now felt unfamiliar and distant as if the world around me had become darker and gloomier.After what seemed like a long ride, the taxi finally stopped in front of Uncle Martin's house. I paid the taxi driver with an unsteady hand and stepped out, carrying a large bag containing my personal belongings. When the taxi passed, I stood in the yard for a moment. Gathering the strength to step towards the house. With a heavy heart and unsteady steps, I finally reached the door of Uncle Martin's house. The door to this house is usually always locked. So I intended to take out the key from inside my bag. However, when my hand reached for the doorknob and pushed it gently, the door turned out to be unlocked. The door opened easily, adding to my confusion."Why

Noella’s POVThree days have passed since I was kicked out of Enrick's house and also from my nightmares about Enrick. Although I hadn't fully accepted what had happened, I was already feeling a little calmer. Well, even though my heart was still in turmoil. Uncle Martin became a source of strength for me, always by my side and giving me the support I needed.That morning, I sat on the back porch of Uncle Martin's house, enjoying the fresh, dewy morning air. The sky was clear with a tinge of orange and pink, a sign of a beautiful day. The cool morning breeze gently brushed my face, carrying the scent of wet soil and blooming flowers. The sound of birds chirping from the surrounding trees added to the peaceful atmosphere as if inviting me to forget for a moment all the burdens and sadness. Uncle Martin emerged from the house, walking quietly towards where I was sitting. In his hand was a steaming cup of hot tea, the soothing fragrance of jasmine tea wafting clearly. He smiled warmly a

Noella’s POVAlthough I said that to Calendar, after he left, I found myself sitting alone in the small living room, feeling a deepening sense of despair. My words earlier were just a reflection of the determination I dug up from within me, but now, when I actually thought about the concrete steps to take, confusion ambushed me. I needed to figure out where to start.How could I do anything to protect Enrick's estate and his assets if I didn't even know anything about the details of his work? I was curious to know what he did in the office, who his colleagues were, and who his confidants were besides Calendar. The more I thought about this, the more helpless I felt. All I knew about Enrick was how he treated me so well, how he always tried to make me happy and spoil me. However, regarding the important matters in his life, I really knew nothing.I sat on the sofa, hugging my knees and burying my face between my hands. My mind was filled with images of Enrick. His smile, his laughter,

Noella’s POVAs the car pulled up in front of Uncle Martin's house, Darren looked at me with a confident smile. "Remember, Noella. Think carefully about my offer. You won't regret being with me."I nodded wordlessly, then opened the car door and got out. "Thank you, Darren. I'll think about it."He nodded and waved goodbye while I walked towards the door of the house with mixed feelings. I had to find a way to deal with all of this, to protect what Enrick had fought for. And even though Darren was trying to control everything, I wouldn't let him get what he wanted easily.As I entered, Uncle Martin stood in the living room with a sharp, disappointed look. "What are you doing, Noella?" His voice sounded heavy and full of emotion. "You're with another guy? Have your feelings changed in just a few days? And Enrick hasn't been gone that long."I felt my throat clogged with emotions. "Uncle, please listen to me," I pleaded tremblingly. "It's not what Uncle Martin thinks."Uncle Martin shoo

Darren’s POVWhen Emma and I arrived at Mr. Anderson's party, a luxurious atmosphere immediately enveloped us. The party was big and festive, with sparkling crystal chandeliers, soft classical music, and elegantly dressed guests. However, although the party was impressive, I didn't feel uncomfortable. Being with Emma felt like carrying a heavy burden, like being chained. There was something about her presence that made me feel pressured and unfree.We walked into the main room, Emma by my side with a forced smile. Several guests soon approached us, greeting me in a friendly yet inquisitive manner."Good evening, Darren. You're Enrick's nephew, aren't you?" one of the guests, a middle-aged man in a neat suit, asked in a polite yet concerned tone.I nodded, trying to keep my facial expression neutral. "Yes, I'm his nephew," I replied calmly, though my heart felt a little heavy at the thought of my uncle."It's a pity he died prematurely," the man continued, his eyes implying sympathy. "