บททั้งหมดของ My Mate Chose My Best Friend, So His Uncle Claimed Me: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

The afternoon felt too quiet. That alone should have been enough to make me cautious. And yet, I still stepped outside. The path toward the chrysanthemum garden was familiar. Very familiar, as my memory or her memory guided me without hesitation. Every turn, every stone path, every hidden bend that led toward the outer perimeter, it hadn't changed. Lucretius was never the kind to throw away something that was already working, which meant that the exits should still be where I remembered them.My gaze shifted subtly as I walked deeper into the garden, the soft scent of chrysanthemums brushing the air. It felt deceptively calm. They would always be my favorite, and he never forgot about that fact.As I walked through, I saw him.Lucretius...He was resting on a hammock stretched between two trees, just far enough from the main path that it felt... coincidental. One arm was draped lazily over his eyes while the other was resting against his abdomen, still unmoving and sleeping.My ste

The name alone was enough to make something cold settle in my stomach. "He won't let this go," Lucretius continued. "Not after the negotiation failed." My jaw clenched. I wanted to protest. I really wanted to. But the fact that my assassination only happened days after our negotiation didn't end well, it wasn't difficult to link my former husband about the incident."He still tried to pressure you into prioritizing their gemstone delivery."I turned at him when he didn't stop. It was as if he was deliberately slapping to my face what sins Marcelo had done to me. I couldn't deny that. I remembered it clearly. The tension... The demand... The way that bastard Marcelo spoke as if I was still obligated to him..."As if you still belonged to him," he added. My palm fisted from anger. Remembering his face made me want to punch the wall. But it took an ounce of courage not to do it."He lost that right," I said coldly. Lucretius' gaze sharpened. "I know." Then, he stepped closer. "And t

Morning came with the same routine, having no footsteps, no distant voices, and no movement beyond what I could see, like how I used to back in my manor. It was just complete silence, only the two of us here.I sat at the desk, staring at the finished documents in my hands. I had handled the trade routes, the allocations, and the revisions that needed approval.The Caelthorn Trade House couldn't afford delays. And yet, here I was... I had been staying here for the past few days, unable to leave because of him."Ridiculous..." I exhaled softly, gathering the papers together before standing. If I couldn't leave, then at the very least, these should.I found Lucretius in the garden as he sat beneath the shade of a tree, one leg stretched slightly forward, a small blade in his hand, while slicing an apple with a slow, controlled precision.My steps slowed as I approached him. "I need these delivered," I said, holding up the documents. "To Charles." I was talking about my manager in the

The manor fell into silence again that night. It wasn't the peaceful kind from earlier, but this one was heavier. I stood outside the dining hall for a brief moment, a book resting in my hand. I had planned to read somewhere else. Anywhere else. Just not near him. But the moment I stepped inside, I froze and saw that Lucretius was already there. The table had been set where there were two plates and glasses. Everything prepared neatly as if this had always been the plan. It was as if nothing had happened earlier or the past few days. It was like we were living a normal life as a commoner couple...I shook that thought away sa my grip on the book tightened slightly. "You made dinner..." I said.He nodded and gestured to the seat beside him, pulling one over. "Have a seat," he offered.I hesitated for a second before walking forward and sitting on the chair he pulled for me. No more words were exchanged after that. Only the faint clink of utensils echoed through the hall. Even our

My voice trembled, but Lucretius didn't answer immediately. Instead, he smiled. It was the kind of smile that didn't reach his eyes. It was the kind that hurt more than everything else. Slowly, he stepped forward and knelt before the grave. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing over the engraved stone. It was gentle and lingering until they stopped right on the final line.Unborn heirHis thumb traced the words slowly as if memorizing them. He looked like he had done this more times than I could ever imagine. My chest tightened. "Lucretius—""They took everything from me." His voice was soft, and that alone made me feel something inside me crack. He placed the bouquet down carefully against the tomb as it mattered. "Just when I thought..." he continued. "I would finally have a happy life..." His fingers fisted against the stone. "Even before I remembered my past memories, I had already fallen in love with you."My lips parted, but no words came. At the same time, my heart was