All Chapters of My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Miley’s POVI hurriedly stepped out of the car before it even reached the garage and rushed inside the house. Nora, who was dusting the furniture, looked up in surprise.“You’re home, Miley. Do you want me to—”“Where’s Clifford? Is he here? Did he come home?” My questions tumbled out one after another.“H-he’s upstairs. In the study room. Did something happen?” she asked, brows furrowing.I didn’t answer. My legs carried me in quick strides toward the staircase, my pulse pounding with every step. By the time I reached the study at the end of the hall, my hands were trembling as I turned the knob.The door swung open. Clifford sat on his swivel chair, his long-sleeved shirt hanging loosely open. But it wasn’t him that froze me in place—it was Chanda. Her head was lowered, positioned suspiciously close to his chest.“W-what are you doing?” My voice cracked.Both their heads snapped toward me. Clifford immediately stood, fumbling to fasten his shirt, while Chanda straightened, quickly f

Miley’s POVI smiled faintly as I placed the pot of pochero on the dining table. At the same time, Chanda set down her steaming bulalo. She smirked at me, clearly challenging, but I ignored her and focused on arranging the food.Noticing the absence of glasses and water, I headed back to the kitchen. On the way, I met Nora carrying a tray of rice.“I’ll take that out, Nora. Please bring the glasses and water instead. Thank you,” I said curtly, turning away.When I returned, my steps froze. From the corner of my eye, I caught Chanda leaning over my dish, sprinkling something into it. My pulse spiked. I rushed forward, slamming the tray onto the glass table with a loud bang.“What did you put in my food? Are you sabotaging me?” I seized her arm.Feigning innocence, she only shrugged, lips curling into a mocking smile. “I just added seasoning. It had no taste.”“Is that how you play? Dirty?” My voice dripped with disdain. “No wonder you and Clifford didn’t last.”The smile vanished, repl

Miley’s POVClifford’s hands grew more demanding as he indulged himself in my lips. I tried to push him back, knowing he was drunk, but the bitter taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue as it played with mine. No matter how much I resisted, he was stronger—and little by little, I was giving in.Heat spread through me with every touch of his. Even though part of me was upset, I couldn’t deny how much I wanted what he was doing, especially when he teased my nipple.A moan escaped me as pleasure surged through my entire being, and before I knew it, I was responding to his kiss. He groaned, lifting me to settle on his lap. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around his neck, our lips refusing to part.Now straddling him, I could feel his arousal straining against his chinos, desperate for release. My breath hitched when he left my lips, only to latch onto my breast, sucking hungrily like a child.“Shit…ohh,” I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair, arching as I pressed him deeper against me

Clifford’s POV“Cliff, think about this first. It’s rare that we get an appointment with Big Boss. Don’t waste the opportunity just to chase after Millicent,” Chanda snapped as she followed me.I was adjusting my necktie in front of the mirror, and she stood behind me, watching. Not satisfied, she moved forward to help fix it herself.“I have to make sure she’s safe, Chan. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her,” I answered, my eyes fixed on the tie.“Tsk! This is your chance to end your feud with Aurelius, and yet you’re throwing it away. Millicent would be safer if you just settled everything by attending your meeting with Big Boss,” she explained with an irritated roll of her eyes.“She wants you out of the house, Chanda… and I need to honor what my wife wants,” I replied casually, giving her an apologetic look.Her eyes snapped to mine, stunned. She held my gaze for a few seconds before looking away, laughing bitterly. “Doesn’t she know that I’m one of the people pr

Miley’s POVI’ve been waiting here for hours. I haven’t been able to get any work done because my mind kept circling back to that phone call Clifford received. I can’t shake off this gnawing worry. The anger I saw earlier in his eyes still lingers in my memory, haunting me.I checked the time on my wristwatch—already past two in the afternoon. I hadn’t even eaten lunch because of his strict warning not to speak to anyone.Restless, I stood up and began pacing. My legs had grown numb from sitting too long. I walked over to the glass door and peered outside. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the elevator lights signaling someone was coming up.I rushed back inside, stopping briefly in the restroom to check my reflection. After a quick touch-up on my makeup and lipstick, I stepped out again. I quickly erased the smile from my lips—I didn’t want him to see how relieved I was to finally see him.But it wasn’t Clifford standing in the middle of the office. It was Chanda. Her brow arche