And so, when Aunty Macy had hinted for him to console Uncle Dylan the night before, he'd done nothing and pretended to be oblivious. When it came to relationships, it had to be a mutual agreement, and that, precisely, was what made them so hurtful. Lucas was well aware that it would take more than a few words to properly console Dylan. Moreover, he couldn't control who his mother ultimately chose. Still, he could never bring himself to tell Uncle Dylan anything absurd to placate him or make empty promises, like to never talk to his mom again if she didn't marry him. Even if they were merely lies, he couldn't even imagine himself saying any of those things. As long as he was alive, he would never allow anyone to hurt his mother—lies or not. Not him, not anyone, not ever.As for his bias toward Jonathan, he could only occasionally offer the man suggestions and urge him to up his game before the opportunity slipped away. It wasn't like he could do anything concrete to influence his mom's
Lucas seemed to have gauged the perfect timing when he asked right after Cedrick had left, "So, what happened last night? I thought my mother was a beggar when she came back this morning. What did you do to her?"His voice carried hints of anger when he spoke. Jonathan fell silent, indirectly admitting the part he played in Scarlett's disheveled appearance. Lucas continued reproachfully. "Why, I told you to pursue my mommy, not push her off a mountain, even if you failed to win her heart!"Jonathan started in a serious tone, "Baby, have you been watching too many soap operas lately? You're beginning to speak like one.""Yeah, so what? I've been bored out of my mind waiting for school to start, and I have nothing else to do. Since I've finished everything I need to do to prepare for school, I started watching a few episodes," Lucas replied earnestly.No wonder. Jonathan was certain now that soap operas really were a bad influence on Lucas. Of course, having a child who was a genius and
When Lucas turned back, he saw Aunty Macy looking at him. To have someone witness him in this state was simply unacceptable! If anyone else saw that picture, he would spend years being the laughingstock, and Lucas would never allow that to happen. For one, he was always the one who made fun of others, not the other way around. Now that the latter seemed imminent, it felt like the colossal joke of the century."What are you taking pictures of, Auntie Macy? Don't you know that filming me unauthorizedly is a direct violation of my rights to privacy? I could sue you anytime for this! But, whatever. Forget it. I'll let it slide this time, considering our relationship, on one condition—hand over your phone. How does that sound?" Lucas decided to try a diplomatic approach first. If reasoning with Aunty Macy failed, perhaps it was time for a tougher approach. Either way, under no circumstances would he allow that picture to be spread. How could he continue to live without shame if it did?"Luc
"Scarlett! How dare you ignore me? Lucas, you little shit! How dare you, too? Delete that photo now, and I'll delete yours!" Macy was left with no other choice. Lucas was a beast, and she could never wrap her head around how that little bastard had been able to get that picture of her. Thinking about the picture made her wince—she was splayed on the bed, drooling as she slept. It was truly a sight to behold. She wouldn't be able to bear it if the photo got leaked. It was beyond embarrassing! Macy vowed to install at least three locks on her bedroom door and to never, ever set foot out of it to sleep again!"Are you scared now, Auntie Macy? Too late! Tomorrow, everyone will see this picture of you, and you'll be famous! Just you wait! Soon, your uncles, aunts, parents, brother, and every single relative who knows you will be able to relish this precious picture!" Lucas became more and more excited as he spoke, completely disregarding the thunderous expression on Macy's face. His laugh
"You want to come over?" Scarlett repeated it again, uncertainly. What in the world was happening now? Dylan had never acted this way in the past. Clearly, her gut feeling had been right."That's Uncle Dylan? But he never calls this late at night." Scarlett wasn't the only one mystified; Lucas was curious as well. This didn't seem like something Dylan would do. Had something happened to him?"What? That's my brother? About time, I'd say!" Macy laughed after exclaiming in surprise. Then she snatched the phone away from Scarlett. "Dylan, please come over. And quickly! Scarlett, that bastard, finished our dinner. Really, I question how much she can really eat. Don't you think she's just going to finish all of our food and drag us down into deep, dark trenches of poverty because of how much she eats when she marries into our family?" Macy joked. In reality, she wished nothing more than for her brother to succeed in his pursuit of Scarlett. Though she was well aware that no one could force
"Wow! Fish and chips, grilled salmon, steak with mashed potatoes, roasted chicken with a side of vegetables—these are all our favorites! My brother really knows Lucas and I the best! What are you still waiting for? Come, quickly. Sit down and let's eat! Have you eaten yet, Dylan? Let's all eat together!" Macy was unusually hospitable, especially with a table full of food in front of them."Look, Scarlett. This is what an ideal man is supposed to be like. Look at you, on the other hand. It looks like you really need someone as decent as my brother to keep you in line. If I weren't his sister, I would've married him without a doubt!" Macy didn't forget to praise her brother upon receiving the food he'd brought over. After all, he'd worked hard, and her praise was the least he deserved."Alright, alright, just focus on eating. Stop talking so much or you might choke!" Lucas couldn't help but interrupt. Was it his personal mission to tease her on a daily basis? Really, it wasn't like he wo
"Scarlett, you are mine, and your happiness can only come from me. As for others? Unless I'm dead, don't even think about it!" Jonathan thought viciously as he drove. Every time he imagined Scarlett moaning under another man, completely naked, he had the irrepressible urge to fly into a rage. He couldn't accept this! He refused to allow something like that to happen! Even if he'd caught the slightest hint about the slimmest possibility of the above-mentioned scenario happening, he would try his best to stop it.As soon as the GPS tracker in his car displayed her real-time location, Jonathan's gaze turned feral. "Oceanstar Cinemas? How dare you take Scarlett to the movies! Just wait and see; I won't let you go easily. The woman I've set my sights on is off-limits to everyone!" Meanwhile, on the way to the cinema, Scarlett couldn't stop sneezing.She muttered after a while, "What the hell? Which jerk is so obsessed with me tonight?" Obvious displeasure radiated from her tone."What's wr
"No! You can't! This can't happen! You're Dylan's fiancée, and you can't afford to do something like this with another man!" Scarlett reprimanded herself internally, but her body moved closer toward Jonathan's against her will."You don't want this? That's not what your body is telling me. Admit it, Scarlett. You like me. Is it so difficult for you to confess your true feelings?" Jonathan's fingers didn't stop there. His teasing touches alternated between being gentle and fierce, and Scarlett felt like she was on a roller coaster ride as he continued to tease his way down her body.Jonathan's rage finally subsided when he beheld her furiously flushed face."I—I can't hold on any longer—I need—I can't catch my breath—" Eventually, Scarlett abandoned her rationality and succumbed to her body's demands. After all, her body only recognized Jonathan as its rightful owner. Perhaps it was due to the beliefs surrounding a woman's first sexual encounter. Women always tend to have a special memo