All Chapters of Too Late Ex-Husband, I am Already Married To Your Uncle : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Junia’s POV)*Lucas looked at me weirdly, his intense eyes searching my face as he gripped the counter."Are you okay? Aren't you hiding anything from me?" he asked me firmly.Honestly, right now, I wanted nothing more than to confront him. I wanted to scream in his face for casually giving that lunatic permission to kill me, only to come home now and play the role of a caring husband. But I suppressed the rage burning in my chest, clamped my jaw shut, and simply nodded yes.Besides, what did my mole have to do with anything? How on earth had that freak even known about it?I let out a exhausted sigh, pulled away from him, and got off the counter. Without saying another word, I turned on my heel and headed upstairs. I was far too tired to function properly. The day had been an absolute nightmare. I had been one single step away from ripping off that robotic bastard's mask and seeing his face, but he had managed to flee frantically into the storm.At least I had left a severe mark on h

Junia’s POV)* "No... no, there must be some sort of mistake," I whispered frantically to myself, clutching my head as tears blurred my vision. She was sick this whole time! Oh God... she couldn't be involved in this. This couldn't be true! "No, no..." I pressed my trembling hand over my mouth, trying desperately to hold back my sobs. I turned to the lead bodyguard standing outside the SUV. "Drive me home. Right now!" Throughout the ride back to the estate, I couldn't stop fidgeting, my feet tapping rhythmically against the floor mats as pure, suffocating anxiety consumed me. Seeing how pale and visibly shaken I was, one of the bodyguards gently offered me a sealed bottle of water. I took it with shaking hands, letting out a heavy, ragged sigh. I must have looked completely unhinged. When the SUV finally pulled into the private garage, I didn't wait for them to open my door. I sprinted out like a jet toward the parking bays. "Don't follow me!" I called back over my shoulder. I

Junia’s POV)*Downstairs in the sprawling, quiet kitchen, my cheeks were still burning a deep shade of crimson from the sheer embarrassment of that morning. Since the house maids were usually given time off to visit their families, I was left as the only person to prepare breakfast.I set to work whipping up a fresh batch of pancakes. However, as I reached for a tub of dry ingredients on the top pantry shelf, I realized it was completely out of my vertical range. Standing at five feet tall, I tiptoed as high as my feet could stretch, my fingers barely scraping the wooden edge.Before I could strain any further, a large, warm hand reached right over my shoulder from behind, smoothly retrieving the container for me.I spun around, my breath catching in my throat. Lucas was standing just a few inches away from me.I gulped hard, staring up at him."I'll order them to lower these shelves next time," he said, his deep voice carrying a quiet note of amusement.I nodded frantically, complete

37***(Junia’s POV)*When I went into the dressing room to change into my nightwear, a wave of silly disappointment washed over me. He had just asked me to help him tuck the heavy blankets around his cast—what on earth had I been thinking?! If my mother hadn't been staying under our roof, I swore I wouldn't have stepped back into his bedroom for the rest of the night.By the time I finally returned to the master suite two hours later, I found him sound asleep, his breathing steady in the quiet room.I let out a quiet sigh, carefully sliding onto my side of the mattress and stacking a fortress of pillows between us as a boundary line. But as I lay there in the dim light, I noticed that because he was sleeping flat on his back to protect his injured arm, he seemed to be struggling to breathe comfortably.Feeling a pang of concern, I quietly shifted the pillows, placing an extra cushion beneath his head to elevate him slightly. As I adjusted the fabric, my eyes caught that tiny, distinct

I pulled away from him immediately, the cold night air hitting my wet cheeks as I realized just how much I had been sobbing into his chest.Lucas searched my face in the dim lighting, his dark eyes filled with a sharp, piercing concern. "Junia, why were you so terrified?"I kept my lips pressed tight, unable to bring myself to voice the sheer embarrassment and horror that had just paralyzed me. Without another word, he pulled a crisp, folded handkerchief from his inner suit pocket, pressed it gently into my palm, and guided me down the shadowy corridor toward his private office.Once inside, I sank slowly into the plush leather armchair across from his desk, my knees still trembling from the residual adrenaline. "I... I thought I saw a masked figure standing near the glass," I whispered, my voice shaking.Lucas let out a quiet, heavy sigh, leaning against the edge of his desk. "There was no masked man, Junia. It was just me walking toward your office. Trust me, Maya was behind everyth