BOUND TO My EX'S UNCLE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Roman swallowed hard, not daring to move.His legs had gone numb.“Darling,” he murmured close to Evelyn’s ear, voice low and tight, “please… don’t move.”Evelyn stiffened.She stayed seated on his lap, cheeks burning, eyes stubbornly lowered to the tablecloth. She could feel everything—his warmth, his tension, the way his body reacted far too honestly to her presence.Any slight shift earned a low, restrained breath from Roman.She bit her lip.That sound shouldn’t have affected her the way it did—but heat pooled low in her stomach anyway, fast and traitorous. Embarrassment warred with desire, leaving her painfully aware of herself.She shifted despite herself.Roman groaned under his breath.That was it.He lifted her off his lap in one swift motion, setting her down beside him like quickly.Evelyn’s whole body was burning.Roman straightened slowly, jaw clenched, gaze fixed firmly ahead as if nothing was happening.Mrs. Chen cleared her throat gently.She calmly placed a bowl of so

Evelyn couldn't believe what she was seeing. Parked beyond the soft glow of the runway lights was an enormous, gleaming private jet. Its silver body reflected the night sky like polished glass, faint golden lines tracing along its sleek length. The stairs were lowered, each step lit with a gentle glow, and a low hum from the engines vibrated through the tarmac.The terminal around them was quiet, lit only by tall runway lights stretching into the dark.For a moment, Evelyn forgot how to breathe.This wasn’t just a private jet, it screamed royalty. And for a moment, it looked somewhat familiar.“Evelyn.” Roman called again, a little more impatient, his voice carried by the wind.Evelyn absent mindedly ran to him. She swallowed hard.“Roman… you didn't tell me you're chartering a private jet for your trip.”Roman just gave her a side eye as he kept on walking forward.“Who says I'm hiring a private jet?”He said, his voice almost drowned out by the wind.Evelyn quickly jogged to him, t

Her stomach betrayed her.A low, unmistakable growl cut through the silence between them.Evelyn froze.Heat flooded her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut, mortified. “Oh my God,” she muttered into the pillow.For half a second, Roman simply stared, then his lips curved into a slow, delighted smile. A soft laugh slipped from him as he leaned back slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes.“Never mind,” he murmured, his voice warm. “I’ll feed you first.”She buried her face deeper. “Please pretend that didn’t happen.”He reached out, brushing his knuckles gently along her heated cheek until she peeked at him. “Come on,” he said lightly. “Freshen up. Meet me downstairs.”“Downstairs?” she echoed.“For breakfast,” he added, already rising from the bed. “Before I get distracted again.”His gaze lingered on her just long enough to make her pulse jump, then without another word, he turned and left, completely unbothered, as if he hadn’t just unraveled her moments ago.The door clicked shut.

Evelyn sat on the edge of the wooden dock, her legs dangling just above the glassy surface of the lake. Her camera hung from her neck, resting against her chest, her hat shielding her eyes from the gentle afternoon sun. The conversation with Lena replayed in her mindAfter the abrupt end to their first call, she’d tried again, her worry a stubborn knot in her stomach. Lena had finally answered, breathless, apologizing for dropping the call, saying something had come up and she’d needed to step away. Her voice sounded steadier this time.She’d brushed off Evelyn’s concern, her voice shifting back to its familiar, teasing cadence. They’d talked for a long time. Lena had joked about souvenirs, then, inevitably, Lena had circled back to Roman.“Just… try to be in the moment with him, Eve. Contract or not, he’s your husband now. You might even have his kids one day.” A pause, then a lighter, knowing laugh. “And let’s be real, that man is a lot to process. That nervousness? It might just be

(This chapter contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Reader discretion is advised.)Evelyn barely had time to gasp before cool water closed around them.She clutched instinctively at Roman’s shoulders as he surfaced, her yelp dissolving into a breathless laugh when she realized she wasn’t falling—she was being held securely.His hands wrapped firmly on her waist, anchoring her against him as the water rocked them gently. The sunlight danced across the water, and the cliffs of the cove enclosed them in private intimacy.Her legs wrapped around him without permission from her mind.She flushed immediately. ‘It must be the effect of the alcohol,’ she told herself, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest.Roman's heated gaze remained on her seductively.His breath grew heavy against her temple, his chest rising and falling beneath her palms. She could feel the tension in him now, undeniable and startling. The way his arms tightened, just slightly. The way he tilted his head