All Chapters of Dating My Boyfriend's Uncle : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91 – The ShowdownChelsea paced the length of the living room, her heart pounding, fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. Every time she looked at the photo Aria had sent, she wanted to scream. She had tried to convince herself it was just a ploy, a twisted little trick Aria had cooked up. But the timing, the backdrop, the vehicle—it all aligned too perfectly.She finally threw her phone onto the couch.Reese sat calmly on the barstool by the kitchen island, sipping a smoothie, watching Chelsea as if she were a ticking bomb.“Chels,” Reese said softly, “you need to breathe.”Chelsea stopped pacing and turned to her. “She sent me a picture, Reese. She was with him. In the U.S. She didn’t just follow him—she got into his house.”“And you’re still jumping to conclusions,” Reese replied, setting her cup down. “He told you he was coming back. He said he loved you. That has to count for something.”Chelsea huffed. “Then why didn’t he say she was there?”“Maybe he didn’t want

Chapter 93 : Her reassuring words The sun was bright and forgiving as Chelsea and Liam walked side by side down the quiet street, fingers gently intertwined. The city buzzed around them, but for now, it felt like they were in a world of their own—no chaos, no secrets, just the comfort of each other’s presence. After everything that had happened recently, a normal day out was what they both needed.They found a cozy, rooftop restaurant downtown with a clear view of the busy roads below. Sitting by the railing, Chelsea sighed contentedly as the breeze danced through her hair.“I’m glad we decided to do this,” she said, looking at Liam with a soft smile. “Just relax… be us, before work starts again tomorrow.”Liam smiled in return, reaching across the table to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. We deserve one day of peace.”As they waited for their drinks, Chelsea looked at him curiously. “By the way, have you spoken to your mom lately?”He paused, eyes trailing off toward th

Chapter 95: An invitation Chelsea’s phone buzzed with a formal email from the school’s administration.You are hereby invited to the Chancellor’s Office at 9:00 AM for an urgent meeting regarding your conduct…Her chest tightened. The words urgent meeting never brought good news. She arrived at the Chancellor’s wing ten minutes early, her palms clammy despite the cool air-conditioning. The secretary barely looked up before waving her into the spacious office.Behind the heavy mahogany desk sat Chancellor Greene, his expression unreadable. In the corner, Reese leaned against a filing cabinet, arms folded, and Liam stood near the window with a grim set to his jaw.“Chelsea,” Chancellor Greene began, removing his glasses and placing them on the desk, “do you know why you’re here?”Chelsea swallowed. “Because of the rumors and… the accusations against me.”His eyes narrowed. “Accusations serious enough that, if proven true, could result in your admission being withdrawn—or worse, you be

Chapter 97: Her failed escape.Aria sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers nervously tracing the hem of her blouse as she spoke quietly to her father, Charles. The room was a little bit darker than usual,shadows flickering across the walls from the bedside lamp. Charles stood near the door, arms crossed, listening intently.“You know what I did to Chelsea,” Aria said, her voice steady but with a hint of pride. “Valerie is paying the price for it right now, locked up at the police station. It’s all because of me.”Charles’s expression was grave. He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples before speaking. “You’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest, Aria. Liam isn’t the kind to let things go so easily. He’s bound to dig deeper, especially now that Valerie is behind bars.”Aria nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m leaving,for a while. I have to disappear before Liam figures out more.”Her father’s eyes searched hers. “You really think this will protect you? You’re not just running away.”She smiled thinly

Chapter 99: An pleasant event Liam adjusted the cuffs of his crisp navy suit, the faint smell of cologne lingering in the air as he stepped out of the walk-in closet. Chelsea was already waiting in the living room, her graduation gown draped over her arm and her hair elegantly styled. Her smile widened when she saw him.“You’re going to make me look underdressed,” she teased.He smirked, offering his arm. “You’ve been the star of the class for two years, Chelsea. Trust me, no one’s looking at me.”They headed out together, the morning sunlight streaming through the tall glass windows of the penthouse as the city stretched wide below. The drive to the culinary school was quiet but comfortable,just the hum of the engine and the faint melody from the car’s stereo.By the time they arrived, the parking lot was already packed. Parents, friends, and students clustered in small groups, the air buzzing with excitement. Liam spotted Reese and Gerald standing by the entrance, waving them over.