บททั้งหมดของ Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Elias had just leaned back in his chair when his phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the quiet tension of his office.Serena was still standing there, tablet in hand, mid-report.Elias barely glanced at the screen—Then his expression changed,subtly but noticeably.Serena caught it immediately. It wasn’t the cold, calculating look he gave business calls.It was softer,warmer and almost… amused.Elias picked up.“Layla.”Serena’s fingers tightened slightly around the tablet.Layla’s voice came through the line, bright and teasing.“Oldie, you finally decided to pick up my call.”Elias leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders easing.“I always pick up your calls.”“Hmm,” she hummed softly, “that sounded a little too smooth. Did you rehearse it?”A faint smirk touched his lips.“I don’t need to rehearse for you.”Serena looked away slightly, her expression still composed, but there was a flicker of something underneath.Annoyance that wasn't obvious or visible to anyone

By evening,they left for home. Layla sat beside him, her gaze fixed on the passing city lights, though she wasn’t really seeing them. Her thoughts were elsewhere… spending the weekend with him.Beside her, Elias remained silent, one hand resting near hers on the seat, not touching but close enough to feel.After a moment, Layla shifted slightly, her fingers brushing against his. Elias didn’t hesitate this time. His hand turned, capturing hers completely—firm and warm.Layla’s breath softened and neither of them spoke after that.When the car finally stopped in front of the house, Layla slowly pulled her hand away.“We’re here,” she murmured.Elias glanced at her briefly, his gaze lingering just a second too long.“Of course I know.”The moment they stepped inside—A sudden blur of movement rushed toward them.Layla barely had time to react before she laughed.“Titan!”The large dog bounded toward her, tail wagging wildly, his excitement impossible to miss.Layla dropped her bag wi

Layla woke again slowly,not the kind of waking where you immediately sit up and rush into the day—This was slow and heavy. Her body felt… warm and comfortable. For a moment, she didn’t even open her eyes. She just lay there, breathing in the quiet,then—Something shifted. A dull ache spread through her body. Her brows pulled together slightly. “…mmm…” She shifted and that was really a bad idea. A sharper wave of soreness hit her, and her eyes flew open immediately. “Oh my God—” Layla froze. Her face instantly heated as memories came flooding back again. Everything. Last night. Her cheeks burned. “…oh.” She quickly looked around the room but it was empty and the space beside her was cold. Elias wasn’t there. Layla blinked, pushing herself up slowly. “Ah—!” She winced, grabbing the sheets. “Okay… okay… I get it…” she muttered under her breath. Her entire body felt sore,not unbearable but enough to make her very aware of every movement. “…he’s in tro

The afternoon didn’t arrive with fanfare or warning. It simply… settled heavily,like a room someone had forgotten to turn the lights on in.Layla perched on the very edge of Elias’s bed, legs dangling, bare feet brushing the cool hardwood floor. She still wore his shirt—one of the soft, charcoal-gray button-downs he favored. The sleeves were rolled several times, the hem falling mid-thigh. It smelled like cedarwood, clean cotton, and something unmistakably him—quiet strength wrapped in restraint.She dragged her fingertips along the fabric over and over, as though the motion could summon him back into the room.Three days, he’d said.Three small words that now felt like an eternity stretched thin.She exhaled—a sound so soft it barely disturbed the air—and let herself fall backward onto the mattress. The pillow still held the faint dent of his head from last night. She turned her face into it and inhaled slowly, shamelessly greedy for the last traces of him.“…this is pathetic,” she m

The question hung in the air inevitably. Nadia didn’t speak because she already knew.Layla closed her eyes slowly while her fingers curled into fists at her sides.Everything had just changed now. The silence didn’t break but stretched in thick and suffocating,heavy enough to press against Layla’s chest until breathing itself felt like effort.She still hadn’t turned around. Her back faced them while her hands hung stiffly at her sides, fingers curled slightly like she was holding onto something invisible—something slipping through her control.“…Layla?”Her father’s voice came again, firmer this time.Layla's throat went dry but slowly—She turned.It felt like the hardest thing she had ever done.Facing them.Her family.Her mother sat frozen on the couch, her hands clasped together tightly in her lap, eyes wide with disbelief and fear.Her father…He looked different,not just confused and shocked but angry.The kind of anger that had been building silently and had just found its r