Semua Bab One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Anna's POV Several men were indeed seated in the vast room. My high heels clicked against the marble floor, the crisp sound causing the men to turn their heads in my direction. To my surprise, Jack Simpson was among them. "Marcus invited Anna too?" Oscar remarked with a teasing tone. "Are we being treated to a feast?" Marcus motioned toward him: "Sit over here." The seat beside him, closest to him, was vacant. I noticed Jack and Logan's expressions simultaneously darkening, displeasure flashing in their eyes. This subtle change didn't escape my notice, but I chose to ignore it, walking directly to the seat beside Marcus. "Uncle Marcus, why have you called us here?" I asked softly, trying to mask my curiosity and nervousness. Marcus answered briefly: "Business." As servers began bringing tea, Samuel quipped, "If Ms. Shaw hadn't come, we four wouldn't even get tea." I had no response. With both arms still immobile, drinking tea presented a challenge. As I privately conte

Anna's POV "Taking you to lunch," he replied simply, his voice matter-of-fact as though carrying me was the most natural thing in the world. I opened my mouth to protest but found myself speechless. The shock of Logan's betrayal still reverberated through me, leaving a hollowness that made even forming words difficult. My shoulders throbbed with pain, a physical reminder of the price I'd nearly paid for his twisted obsession. Marcus carried me through the manor with surprising gentleness for a man his size. Each careful step seemed calibrated not to jostle my injured shoulders. The dining room of Golden Oak Manor unfolded before us, a space so grand it made my own home at Goldenleaf Manor seem modest by comparison. With careful movements, Marcus lowered me into the chair at the head of the table. I expected a servant to appear-someone to help with the meal since my arms were essentially useless. Instead, Marcus took the seat directly beside me, his proximity sending an unexp

Anna's POV Logan's hand unexpectedly reached up to cup my face. His familiar features suddenly seemed alien, transformed by an intensity I'd never witnessed before. "Because I don't want to be the nice guy anymore, Anna. I'm tired of always being considerate of others," Logan said, his eyes burning with an unfamiliar heat. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Because I might do things that will make you hate me." My eyes widened as shock pulsed through my system. Had he completely lost his mind? The irony wasn't lost on me—l'd just rebuffed Jack Simpson only to immediately face another unwanted advance. My instincts screamed danger, and I stepped backward only to feel his hand firmly grasp the back of my head. We were close enough that passersby might mistake us for lovers about to kiss. Disgust and fury roiled in my stomach. This man was even more unhinged than Samuel. "You should know my personality by now, Logan. If you think this removes all my reservations, you're wro

Anna's POV Fifteen days of physical therapy had finally paid off. My shoulders no longer screamed in protest with every movement, and I could button my own blouse without wincing. I checked my watch—7:45 PM. Kieran Green was already forty-five minutes late to our dinner meeting. The luxurious private dining room felt increasingly claustrophobic with each passing minute. My fingers drummed against the table, the rhythm matching my growing irritation. "Ms. Shaw, would you like to order first?" the server asked, hovering uncertainly by the door. "Give Mr. Green another fifteen minutes," I replied, forcing a polite smile. When my phone finally rang, I snatched it up immediately. "Mr.Green, I assume you're on your way?" "Ms. Shaw, I deeply apologize," his voice oozed with fake remorse. "My father-in-law has taken ill suddenly. I'm at the hospital now and won't be able to make our dinner." I might have believed him if not for the distinct sound of glasses clinking and a woma

Anna's POV When Jack made that inviting gesture, I didn't refuse. Despite knowing the Simpson family was working against me, I wouldn't let personal feelings get in the way of a potential solution to my loan problems. As I approached Kieran Green, I caught that fleeting expression of discomfort on his face. "Ms. Shaw, lovely to see you! I've been meaning to schedule that coffee with you after the holidays," he said, extending his hand while his eyes darted nervously. I maintained my professional smile and shook his hand. "You're too kind, Mr. Green. I know you're busy, so I thought I'd save you the trouble of reaching out." Jack smoothly excused himself. "T'll leave you two to talk while I check out the other exhibits." The moment Jack walked away, Kieran's facade crumbled. His expression cooled significantly. "Ms. Shaw, to be frank, I can't help you with your request." I dropped the act as well. "I'm following standard procedure with my application. What exactly can't