Caged By My Devil Uncle

Although I don’t want to meet this person, I have to go to him and make that clear to him after I spent so much of his money.

I have always wondered where Kenneth saw me. I followed Cliff up the stairs before I realized the man was in the café on the roof.

Sending me to the door, Cliff stopped. “Miss, the gentleman is waiting for you there.”

I do not know why, but I was afraid of the man and my heart began to tremble before I saw him.

When I pushed open the door, the view suddenly became wide and there were various flowers planted on the roof. The decoration is also unique, and there are no light floor tiles underfoot, but blue stone paths. The whole style is very elegant and fresh, and I feel like I have reached a paradise.

After a few more steps, I see the familiar back withstanding with hands at his back. and the sun falling on the man, covering him with a layer of golden “color” light, just like the gods descending to earth.

The whole body radiates the coldness that rejcectinpeople from a thousand miles away. At this moment, he has melted into the surroundings, and I do not want to disturb him.

“Are you coming?” Kenneth turned slowly.

I nervously swallowed down a mouthful of spit: “Uncle.”

Obviously the men did not do anything, but subconsciously I want to back down.

I pull the black and gold card from my pocket. “Thank you for helping me out. I do not have that much money right now. I will pay you back when I have money. I will give you the card.”

Kenneth walked towards me step by step and stood in front of me, but I did not dare look at him and lowered my head.

Kenneth’s pov

I did not take the card in my hand but lifted her chin with my hand. “Am I that terrible?”

When the guides saw me, they were all like hungry wolves pouncing on food, and they took the initiative to lean forward one by one while Chris stayed as far away from me as possible. He did not even dare look at me as if I were a wild animal.

“No, you are not scary.” She said she was not afraid, but her body shook involuntarily just because I was near her, and she unconsciously pulled herself away.

I took her in my arms with one hand, and Chris’s body shook even more.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly. Was it that night that caused her to cast a large psychological shadow over her? That night, due to the influence of medicine, she was very attractive to me and we are 100% fit, and I was really fierce.

I said unhappily, “I will not do anything to harm you, why are you trembling like this?”

“Can uncle let me go?” She struggled to speak.

“You can not.” I lifted her up and sat her beside me on the sofa. “Have lunch with me.”

“Uncle, today is the day I return home with Warren, Mr. Warren and the White family are waiting for my return,” Chris whispered.

“Do not mention another man in front of me.” I spread out the menu. “Shall I order it or do you want to order it yourself?”

Chris’s pov

The man is so overbearing that he leaves me no room for refusal. I am in a hurry to say something, but I startle and get swallowed up by Kenneth’s cold eyes.

When he sees I am not saying anything, Kenneth rings the bell.

Soon the waiter arrives and I feel uncomfortable as Kenneth takes me into his arms.

Although Warren and I did not have a big wedding and we didn’t inform the media, outsiders basically didn’t know Warren was married.

But I still felt guilty because I feared others would learn my identity, and I rushed into Kenneth’s arms when the waiter came so no one could see my face.

Kenneth’s pov

I looked at his arms, at the “hairy” fuzz, at her breath coming through the thin chemise, at her chest where I felt a crisp, limp numbness.

I placed one hand on the little woman’s waist, and with the other deftly flipped the menu over and ordered a stack of dishes.

“Do you have anything to add?” I bent my head and whispered something in Chris’s ear.

Chris’s body shook and her voice trembled. “No, nothing else.”

I chuckled, this little thing, she was so sensitive I couldn’t help but to bite her earlobe as I walked away.

“That’s it.” I looked up and said to the waiter.

“Yes, sir. Just a moment, please.”

Chris didn’t look up from my arms until the waiter had left.

“This dress is ruined again.” I said mockingly.

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When I looked up, I saw that the red lip print on his white shirt was so ambiguous.

Just like yesterday when he returned to the Wilson mansion, the people of the Wilson family were staring at the lip prints on Kenneth’s shirt at dinner.

Although no one asked about it, I could tell by the look on their faces that they all wanted to ask who left that lip print, but no one dared to ask.

Warren’s pov

I am surrounded by a bunch of people asking all sorts of questions. I am bored out of my mind and I do not know where fucking Chris is.

Right now, I just want to eat lunch and get the hell out of this hellhole.

It’s not like I do not understand what the White family is talking about when they beat around the bush and want to infuse them with capital.

Now the White family is like a big tree that has been eaten by insects. It does not look like that from the outside, but in reality, it has been eaten by insects for a long time. As long as it is being eaten away by natural disasters, it will soon collapse, and another injection of capital means throwing money at it for nothing.

I am not a fool. Tens of millions used to be spent just to buy peace so the Wilson family wouldn’t pressure me into marriage.

I don’t like the White family people at all and kept coming up with excuses to change the subject of money.

“Mom, I am back.” Jim’s bright voice rang out and I looked up at him. He was the only one back with a big bag in his hand, and Chris was missing.

“Jim, have you been shopping again?”

The others are worried about his shopping, but I am worried about why Chris is not there.

Jim’s pov

That is, my view of Warren changes and I even fantasize about how nice it would be if I married Warren instead of Chris. In this case, I am Warren’s mate and the black and gold card is mine. I can brush what I want. Unfortunately, at this point, the Wilson family was directly named Chris.

“Where’s Chris?”, Warren asked me.

My mother spoke up, “Warren and Chris get along very well, and they have been thinking about each other since they were separated for such a short time.”

I know that the closer Warren and Chris get to family, the better it is for the White family.

But what is Chris? She does not deserve this at all. This was all supposed to be mine.

I leaned into Warren and comfortably took his arm, “Brother-in-law, I was just about to tell you that my sister went to see her friends.”