Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiancé's Uncle is Obsessed With Me!: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Emily Warmth. That was the first thing I felt. My body instinctively leaned into it before my mind fully woke. A steady arm wrapped around my waist. A slow, even breath against my hair. Then memory rushed back. The office. Adrian. Last night. My eyes fluttered open and I took in the unfamiliar ceiling. The dim curtains. The faint hum of the air conditioner. I shot up immediately. Beside me, Adrian stirred, his arm tightening briefly before loosening. His eyes opened slowly, calm and unbothered. I grabbed my phone. 7:08 a.m. Okay. Okay. I still had time. Two hours. If I moved fast, I could slip into my department before most people settled in. No one would question anything. I turned to him, whispering harshly, "Why did you make us spend the night at the office? You could have woken me." He simply smiled—that infuriatingly relaxed smile—and tapped my forehead lightly. "Couldn't disturb a sleeping beauty." I huffed. "This isn't funny." He looked entirely amused. I pushed o

Adrian Nathan walked in just as Emily left. The timing wasn't lost on me. The door had barely closed behind her when he appeared, his knock unnecessary since he was already stepping inside. I returned to my seat slowly, adjusting the cuff of my shirt as if nothing about this was unusual. "Something you need?" I asked evenly. Instead of answering, his eyes flicked briefly toward the door. "Why was Emily here?" he asked. Straight to it. I studied him for a moment before replying. "She had something to discuss with me." His expression didn't change, but something sharpened behind his gaze. "What about?" I leaned back in my chair. "I didn't know you cared this much about your fiancée's schedule." The word fiancée felt deliberate. Heavy. He didn't rise to the bait immediately. "It's normal to be concerned," he said calmly. "Especially when I didn't know you two were… close." Close. Interesting choice of word. I didn't respond. Silence has always unsettled people more than denia

Emily Adrian was still busy by the time I wrapped up my work. Daniel had passed by twice with updates, and each time I caught a glimpse of Adrian through the glass walls of the conference room—sleeves rolled slightly, expression sharp, attention fixed. He had been busy these days. More than usual. And I wasn't going to risk going to his office again. Not after this morning. Not after Nathan. The memory alone was enough to keep me firmly in my department until closing time. When work finally ended, I lingered for a few minutes before leaving. I hadn't been home since Sunday. Not that my father would notice. Or that my stepmother had any room for me in her thoughts. Still… it wasn't polite to disappear for days without explanation. I always tried to create excuses when I stayed out more than one night. Client meetings. Overtime. I even lied about a business trip once, so I could spend more days with Adrian. It was easier that way. Not that they cared. As long as I remained the pe

Adrian Vivian walked into my office like she owned it—chin high, lips curved in that controlled little smile she wears when she thinks she's about to win something, closing the door behind her with a soft click. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she said. "You are," I replied, still signing the document in front of me. Silence stretched between us. She didn't sit, and I didn't invite her to. Hopefully she was here for real business, but the smug look on her face told me otherwise. I finished what I was doing before I finally focused on her. She looked pleased with herself. Almost glowing. "What do you want, Vivian?" She walked forward slowly and took the seat opposite me. "I think," she said lightly, crossing her legs, "it's time we stopped pretending." I leaned back in my chair, twirling my thumbs in circles as I observed her before replying, "About?" Her smile sharpened. "You and Emily." I paused. "Emily?" She watched me carefully, her eyes searching for confirmation, but I

Emily I didn't think Adrian's absence would hit me this hard. Five days. Just five days, yet it felt like someone had peeled away a layer of me and left everything underneath exposed. I moved through the house like I was missing something vital—like I'd forgotten my phone, my purse, my heartbeat. Even Lily noticed. She'd started interning at the company, thanks to my mention to Nathan the other day, which meant Nathan had fallen for my excuse. She came back late two nights ago, probably doing what I'd rather not think about with Nathan. When she saw me in the living room sipping a cup of tea, she paused. "You're home early. Again," she moved closer, fake pity evident in her voice. "What happened? Your side piece dumped you?" I simply rolled my eyes and replied, "At least I'm not the side piece." I'd relished the view of her face turning ashen. She huffed and stormed to her room, murmuring something inaudible. I didn't pay her any more attention. It still surprised me how some