All Chapters of After Reincarnation I Married My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

As Alaric shifts in his chair, I sense there's more he wants to say. The weight in the air is palpable, and I can't help but ask, “Is there something else we need to discuss?" He tilts his head slightly, studying me for a moment. “Have you considered where you’ll live once we’re in the capital?" The question hits me like a cold splash of water. My face falls as the realisation dawns—I haven’t given that any real thought. I’ll need a place to stay until my family relocates, and they won’t be there for a few months. My stomach twists at the reminder. It must have been written all over my face because Alaric chuckles softly. “Well,” he says, leaning back in his chair, “you could always stay with me until you find something more permanent." Stay with Alaric? My brain short-circuits for a moment. My mind races through all the implications of living under the same roof with him, sharing the same space, and seeing him outside of work. Could I even handle that? He continues, completely u

I stretch as I step off the private jet, my muscles stiff but pleasantly relaxed after the six-hour flight to the capital. The warm breeze on the tarmac feels invigorating, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of the past few weeks. My mind drifts back to all that’s happened—packing up my life, finalising the merger just four days ago, and celebrating my graduation yesterday.A smile tugs at my lips as I recall the feast my family put together for me. It was the kind of graduation celebration I never thought I’d experience. My exams were a nerve-wracking blur, but thankfully the school’s automation meant I got my results quickly. I passed every single one of it and the credits were enough to finally secure my diploma.The memory of my past life flashes in my mind, unbidden. Graduation back then had been a lonely, hollow affair. Lisa and Josh had ditched me—probably to celebrate Lisa’s graduation together, now that I think about it. Back then, I had no one. This time, though, I was surrou

The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open, revealing a wide hallway with polished floors and warm lighting. Alaric stepped out first, his strides purposeful as always. I followed close behind, taking in the pristine surroundings. The place felt more like a luxury hotel than an apartment building.He stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall and pulled out a keycard, swiping it quickly. The door clicked open, and he pushed it wide, motioning for me to step inside.I hesitated for a moment before crossing the threshold.The apartment was… stunning. High ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows with sheer curtains that let in just the right amount of light, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a design magazine. Everything was sleek and modern, but not cold. There was a warmth to the space, a subtle elegance that made it feel lived-in despite its pristine appearance.My eyes swept across the living room, the open-concept kitchen, and the hallway that presumably led to the b

“It’s okay,” Alaric responds, his voice steady but tinged with something I can’t quite place—regret, maybe? “I shouldn’t have asked you to do something like that in the first place.” He runs a hand through his hair and sits down heavily as if the weight of the conversation has finally caught up to him. I open my mouth to reply, but he holds up a hand, stopping me. “However,” he continues, “I’d like you to think about it. Take a few days, let it sink in, and then give me your final answer." His words catch me off guard. For someone so direct, and so decisive, it’s surprising to hear him offer me time. “Okay,” I say hesitantly, nodding. “That seems reasonable." He leans back, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Great. Now, get some rest. Work starts tomorrow, and we have a lot to do." “Okay. Goodnight, then,” I reply, forcing a small smile as I stand. “Goodnight,” he says, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he turns away. I make my way to my room, closing the door softly

The moment we settle into the car, I glance at Alaric, only to find his expression cool, his teasing smirk replaced by something far more serious. I enter the car before I realise Tristan is in the driver’s seat and Alaric would be seated beside me. Our legs touch—just slightly—but even that brief contact sends an unexpected tingle up my spine. I quickly shove the feeling aside. There’s too much work to do; I don’t have time to sit here getting distracted by... tingles.After exchanging quick pleasantries with Tristan, he pulls the car out of the parking lot, and the moment we're in motion, Alaric launches straight into business. His voice is sharp, clipped, all traces of playfulness gone.“We’ve uncovered significant accounting discrepancies,” he starts, his gaze fixed ahead but his mind clearly elsewhere. “Tax fraud, money laundering—someone’s been covering their tracks, but not well enough. And then there’s the issue of the shares.”I listen carefully as he outlines the details, ex