C9 You Have to Take Responsibility!

Mr. Gibbs?

The Gibbs family is one of the prominent families in Aroonshire, with Mr. Gibbs himself, known as Marvin, being a twenty-two-year-old university student. Despite his academic pursuits, he's well-known and much admired by a host of young women.

The Gibbs and Andrews families share a deep connection. Marvin's mother and Leslie's father were siblings. Thus, by convention, Marvin is obliged to address Leslie as "Cousin."

Upon learning this, Leslie's expression turned noticeably cold. The girl he knew harbored feelings for his own cousin.

Upon their return to the villa, Leslie refrained from waking Evelyn. Instead, he gently carried her to the bedroom.

Gazing at her serene and peaceful face, Leslie felt a surge of intensity within him. Eventually, with Dan's assistance, he resorted to a cold shower to quell the flames.

That night, Evelyn slept by Leslie's side, her breathing rhythmic and enticing. For the first time in twenty-eight years, a woman was sharing his bed. The sensation was unfamiliar, yet comforting.

He inhaled her scent—subtle and appealing. Restless, he stole a glance at her. Bathed in moonlight, her features appeared refined and tranquil, reminiscent of a Barbie doll—beautiful and soothing.

Her plain appearance had its reasons. Due to her family's circumstances, she never dressed in fine clothes or wore makeup. At school, her simplicity led others to label her as plain, but she was far from unattractive. In an age where allure was in vogue, her unadorned purity stood out as uncommonly plain. Yet, Leslie found himself inexplicably drawn to this version of Evelyn.

Abruptly, the soundly sleeping girl let out a soft moan, "Mmm..."

Maybe the open window let in a chill breeze. Feeling cold, she instinctively snuggled closer to Leslie, seeking warmth. Comforted, she drifted back into a deep sleep.

Leslie, whose extinguished desire had just begun to rekindle, felt a strong urge to move. However, he noticed the girl was peacefully asleep, her arm draped over his. With no other choice, he embraced Evelyn, settling into the position.

His sleep was far from peaceful that night. Evelyn was restless, sometimes draping her legs over his waist, other times clutching his arm as she turned. He lay there, rigid, like a marionette.

In the early hours, he sensed an anomaly. Opening his eyes, he met a pair of wide, curious ones staring back at him. Startled, he remained motionless.

"Uncle..." Evelyn nestled against his chest, her gaze fixed intently on him.

Feeling her eyes on him, Leslie couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. "Hmm?"

"Uncle, it's my first time sharing a bed with a man." In the moonlight, her brow furrowed, her words coming out slowly.

The mention of 'first time' brought an inexplicable comfort to Leslie's heart.

"Oh," he responded, his tone nonchalant.

"Uncle, you need to take responsibility for me," Evelyn declared, sitting up abruptly, her voice tinged with irritation.

Her hair was a wild tangle, resembling a bird's nest atop her head.

Take responsibility?

"What if I don't?" Leslie couldn't resist teasing her, his voice icy, devoid of any apparent affection.

"Uncle, you're the one who said you wanted to be my husband," she retorted, taken aback and with a hint of anger.

Her gaze was earnest as she locked eyes with him.

The first time they met, she had reluctantly agreed to marry him.

But now, she found herself willingly accepting.

Uncle was decent, at least he wouldn't exploit a vulnerable moment.

"I've changed my mind about wanting that now." His heart swelled with delight, yet his words were delivered coolly.

"Oh, in that case, I'll go find my Prince Charming." Evelyn rose to her feet, hopped out of bed, and headed for the door.