All Chapters of MY BOYFRIEND'S UNCLE: YES DADDY SERIES: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

John knew Hannah was angry and emotional. He walked up to her and pulled her into his embrace. Despite her struggle, he didn’t let her go. He held her tightly and apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”Hannah screamed as she resisted his hug. “I’m tired of your apologies. You keep doing it over and over again. You refuse to change, and even after saying sorry, you do something worse.”John felt frustrated and anxious, so he yelled, “I didn’t spend the night begging her. She wasn’t even at home—I was out drinking.”Then he let go of Hannah, his eyes bloodshot. He slumped to the floor and lamented in frustration. “She’s about to become my aunt. My ex-girlfriend is about to become my aunt. She’s posing around with my uncle, and I’ll have to address her as my aunt. It makes me really uncomfortable, and the pain in my chest—it feels like I’m going crazy. If she were with someone else, I wouldn’t care. Why couldn’t she choose another man? Why my uncle? Why is she so desperate to cling to my fa

John stood there, unsure of what to do or say. He took a few steps toward the door, then pulled his foot back and turned to walk to his parked car.He sat inside without moving. After a few minutes, he started the engine and drove recklessly home. When he arrived, he dashed to Philip’s room, but Philip wasn’t there.His phone began to ring. When he saw the caller ID, he furrowed his brows. He slipped the phone into his pocket and walked out of the room.As he stepped into the corridor, he saw the butler. He faced him and asked coldly, “Where is my uncle?”Seeing John’s dark expression and cold eyes, the butler stiffened. He had never seen John this angry before. Frightened, he stammered, “Your un—uncle isn’t back yet.”John walked past him. Only then did the butler notice the beads of sweat on his forehead. He quickly wiped them away and exhaled in relief.John got into his car again, ignoring his ringing phone, and drove back to meet Hannah, who was waiting in the sitting room. When

John sped to a bar and got drunk. Philip sent someone to pick him up, and he was carried home.When Hannah saw him in that state, she was devastated. She helped him onto the bed, cleaned him up, then washed up herself and lay down beside him. Still upset, she decided to talk to him the next day.When she woke up, he was still asleep. She went into the kitchen and made breakfast. By the time she finished, John came down the stairs, holding his head and groaning.“Drink that,” Hannah said, pointing to a glass on the table.John didn’t think twice. He grabbed the glass and downed it in one go, set it back down, and sighed in relief.“Let’s eat breakfast,” she said, walking to the dining table without waiting for him.John followed and sat down. They ate in silence. When they were done and Hannah had washed the dishes, she turned to him.“We need to talk.”John muted the television and faced her. “What do you want to talk about?”Hannah finally spoke. “Choose between Lala and me. Who do y

Hannah gave up. She turned around, walked to her parked car, and drove weakly to John’s house. She was exhausted—worn down by John’s unreasonableness and Lala’s open disdain for them both.She could still feel the disgust in Lala’s eyes. Lala probably thought she had won, but now Hannah felt like the real clown. Regret crept in, heavy and bitter—she regretted snatching John away from Lala.When she finally arrived, she got out of the car and walked into the house. In the bedroom, she found John sitting calmly with a drink, his legs on the table, brows knitted in thought.“I called you earlier and told you I was at your house,” Hannah said, disappointment weighing down her voice. Her eyelids drooped in disapproval, her face creased with sadness. “You came back and didn’t even see me. You didn’t bother to call and check on me—or even ask why I wasn’t there anymore.”John didn’t stop sipping. His expression didn’t change. Instead of guilt, irritation flashed across his face.“Can you sto

He retorted in frustration, “What do you want me to say?”Hannah stared at him, eyes wide. John got to his feet and spread his arms in resignation. “You already know the truth. What’s the point of denying it? If I told you I don’t love her anymore, would you believe me? So why should I stress over it?”Disappointment filled Hannah’s eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. John avoided looking at her, his face creased with guilt that gnawed at him. He hurried to the bathroom and took a shower.When he came out, he hoped Hannah had left, but she was still there. He pressed his lips together and said nothing as she sat in a corner, crying.He dressed quickly, eager to leave as soon as possible, but Hannah spoke before he could reach the door.“What about us? Our marriage? Do you still have any plans for us?”John froze at the doorway. He stayed silent for a moment, then lowered his head and mumbled, “I don’t know.”He stepped outside. Hannah’s loud wail behind him made his heart jolt. Guil