All Chapters of Dating My Boyfriend's Uncle : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51: Out of surgery The morning sunlight streamed into Liam’s bedroom, waking him with a dull ache in his head. He groaned, sitting up slowly and rubbing his temples. His memory of the previous night was hazy at best, but flashes of Aria’s voice and her presence at the club came back to him.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.Pushing himself off the bed, he headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The cold water splashing against his face helped clear the fog in his mind. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he scowled. The last thing he needed was to mix business and personal life with someone like Aria.---Meanwhile, at Chelsea’s house, Reese burst into the living room holding a steaming mug of coffee.“So,” Reese began with a smirk, “are you going to tell me what’s in that mysterious box Liam sent last night, or do I have to snoop?”Chelsea rolled her eyes as she folded laundry. “It’s just some clothes and shoes. Nothing exciting.”Reese arched a brow. “Designer cloth

Chapter 53: Finding out from her source.Chelsea stepped into the grand halls of the culinary university, her heart thudding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The place was nothing short of spectacular, with state-of-the-art kitchens and walls lined with accolades from renowned chefs. She couldn’t believe she was here.She glanced down at her schedule, clutching it like a lifeline. “Day one,” she murmured to herself, taking a deep breath.The first class was an orientation led by a seasoned chef with a booming voice and an air of authority. Chelsea absorbed every word, her excitement growing as he talked about what they would learn, the challenges they would face, and the opportunities that lay ahead.“By the end of this course,” the chef concluded, “you will not only be masters of culinary arts but also storytellers through food.”Chelsea’s lips curved into a small smile. She had always dreamed of creating stories through her dishes, but she had never imagined she’d get the c

Chapter 55: Risky confrontation Chelsea stood outside her culinary school, a light breeze tugging at her hair. The morning classes had gone smoothly, and for once, she felt like she belonged. The encouraging words from her chef instructor about her pastry skills kept echoing in her head. She adjusted the strap of her bag and began walking to the parking lot.Just as she reached the edge of the lot, three men stepped out from behind a parked car. Their sudden appearance startled her, and she instinctively stopped. They were dressed casually, but their intimidating demeanor made her uneasy.“You’re Chelsea, right?” one of them asked, his voice rough.She glanced around, hoping someone was nearby. “Yes. Who’s asking?”The tallest of the three, with a scar running down his jaw, smirked. “We’ve been sent to deliver a message.”Chelsea’s heart started to pound. “What kind of message?”The man stepped closer, his dark eyes narrowing. “Stay away from Liam. He’s not for someone like you.”Her

Chapter 57: Purposeful plansThe next day dawned bright and cheerful, and Chelsea decided to take a break from her usual routine. Reese had suggested they grab lunch at a nearby café, and Chelsea happily agreed. The cozy, sunlit restaurant was bustling with activity as they settled at a table by the window, the aroma of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee filling the air.As they dug into their meals, Reese nudged Chelsea with her elbow. “You’ve been smiling a lot lately. Someone’s in love, huh?”Chelsea laughed, shaking her head. “Reese, stop it. I’m just... happy. Things feel like they’re finally falling into place.”“Well, I’ll give credit to your mystery boyfriend for that,” Reese teased, wiggling her eyebrows.Chelsea rolled her eyes. “He’s not a mystery, and he’s not the only reason I’m happy. Starting classes has been great too.”Reese opened her mouth to retort but stopped mid-sentence, her gaze fixed on the restaurant’s entrance. Chelsea turned to see what had caught her a

Chapter 59: Her deceitful scheme Liam sat in his office, the contents of the envelope spread out before him like the pieces of a puzzle. Most of it seemed mundane at first glance—bank statements, legal documents—but it was the handwritten note that caught his attention as it fluttered to the floor.Bending down, he picked it up and read the words written in bold, blocky letters:Do you want to know who Chelsea really is?Liam’s scoff filled the room. The audacity of whoever sent this note amused him. He knew Chelsea well enough—her kindness, her hard work, her resilience. Whatever they thought they could use to shake him wasn’t going to work.Without hesitation, he tore the note in half, then in half again, letting the pieces scatter into the trash can beside his desk. Turning to his right-hand man, Derek, who stood silently nearby, Liam’s tone was cold and commanding.“Find out where this envelope came from. I want the courier’s route, the office it was dispatched from—every detail.