Chapter 174

"Please," Renee said, exasperated.

"Hmm?" Carl's voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with a hint of teasing. "Don't you like calling me 'Uncle Carl'? Say, 'Uncle Carl, please.'"

His warm breath mixed with the low timbre of his voice, making Renee flush crimson. She refused—she wouldn't say it.

Seeing her stubborn silence, Carl's hand slid to her waist, gradually moving upward. Renee's eyes widened, her face burning as warmth spread through her entire body, her resolve weakening. Finally, she gave in.

"Uncle Carl, please..."

Carl's gaze softened as he brushed his fingers over her cheek. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent. He stepped back, turning away to light a cigarette, his broad back radiating a quiet tension.

"There are clothes in the closet."

Without overthinking, Renee opened the closet and slipped into a white cocktail dress. In her haste, the zipper caught on the fabric, refusing to budge. She struggled with it, awkwardly twisti