Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 161: Chapter 161
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When the car arrived at Yeats Villa, Marvin hesitated for a moment.
"Miss Parks, Mrs. Yeats is waiting for you inside," the driver said.
Marvin gave me a knowing look, his voice soft. "I'll wait for you in the car."
I nodded, following the driver as he led me into the Yeats Villa.
The house wasn't particularly large, and it had a comforting, welcoming feel to it. The yard was filled with greenery, flowers, and plants, and in the distance, I could faintly hear the meow of a cat.
Suddenly, a small kitten dashed out from the bushes.
"Hey, don't run off," a gentle voice called out.
I looked up to see a man emerging from a nearby greenhouse. He wore a white shirt and black pants, his figure slender and tall. The orange glow of the lamps highlighted his sharp features, casting a soft light on his handsome profile.
"Hi, Adair—" the man said. When he turned to face me, I froze in place.
His skin was smooth, and his eyes were clear and pure. He was incredibly handsome, especially with that tall, straight nose and eyes that reminded me of Quinn from my memories.
I clenched my hands involuntarily. My heart began to pound in my chest, a mix of bitterness and warmth rising in my throat.
I didn't know if Quinn, as an adult, would look like the man before me, but I knew for sure he would have eyes as beautiful and untainted as his.
"Adair, who is she?" The man asked, his curiosity evident, and there was a soft smile in his eyes.
"This is Miss Parks, an old acquaintance of Mrs. Yeats," Adair replied.
"An old acquaintance? I almost forgot. My mom used to live here," the man said with a slight smile, his eyes falling directly on me. It was as if he wanted to say something but held back.
"Mrs. Yeats is waiting inside. Let me take her in," Adair said.
The man nodded, and at that moment, the little kitten that had been running away suddenly reappeared, bounding straight to his feet.
Its fur was smooth and soft, and though it wasn't very big, it was round and plump, like a little ball.
It was a good thing it had light-colored fur. If it had been nighttime, I might have mistaken it for something else entirely.
The man knelt down, gently rubbing the kitten's head, his eyes filled with affection.
As I passed by, I heard the kitten mew softly from his hands. "What's your name?"
"Laurel Parks," I said.
The man paused for a moment, then chuckled lightly. His beautiful eyes seemed to sparkle like the night sky. "My name is Asher Yeats," he replied slowly, running his fingers under the kitten's chin. "And what about you?"
I felt suddenly embarrassed. I realized he wasn't asking me at all. He was talking to the kitten.
'Does he expect the cat to answer back?' I thought, feeling awkward, and quickly followed the driver.
When Jenna saw me again, she immediately stepped forward. I instinctively took a step back. Honestly, if it weren't for the situation, I wouldn't want anything to do with this woman. I almost wished I had never met her at all.
Even if she had countless reasons back then, it didn't justify abandoning her two children and never looking back. Not even when they died, she didn't understand, not one bit. It was laughable, really.
Jenna had moved on with a new life, a new beginning. But what about Quinn and Larry? Perhaps, even until their dying breaths, they still longed for their mother.
"Mrs. Yeats, what can I do for you?" I asked.
"Laurel, you can still call me Jenna," she replied.
My gaze slowly fell on the woman before me, dressed in a silk gown. A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips, my tone calm and detached. "Things are different now, Jenna. You've changed, and so have I. I think it's more appropriate to call you Mrs. Yeats, considering your current status."
"Laurel, I know you harbor resentment toward me, but I—" Jenna began, but I cut her off swiftly, a faint smile curving at the corner of my lips.
"Mrs. Yeats, you are mistaken. Everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness. If there is any resentment, it is not mine to hold," I said.
I knew all too well that Quinn could never harbor hate for the woman before me.
He would rather have died alongside his brother than drag her down with him. How could he possibly have the energy to hate her?
As Jenna opened her mouth again, footsteps from behind interrupted, and she quickly wiped the sadness from her face, turning toward the sound. "Darling, why are you out of bed? I told you to rest."
Henry waved his hand dismissively, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I saw that Adair hadn't returned, and I started to worry, so I came down to check."
"They've just arrived," Jenna said, shooting me a glance before continuing. "I'll go make some coffee."
With that, she turned and left the room.
The villa seemed unusually quiet now, with only Henry, Jenna, Asher, and the driver, Adair, around. It seemed they'd sent the house staff away ahead of time.
"Miss Parks, please have a seat." Henry gestured toward the leather sofa in the living room.
I nodded slightly, my gaze lingering on him. His face did look a little pale, but nothing like the rumors made it seem.
"Mr. Yeats, why did you bring me here at this hour?" I asked, my tone calm and steady.
Henry sighed, his expression tinged with regret. "I almost caused you harm today, Miss Parks. I truly apologize."
"It is nothing," I replied flatly. "After all, I am on the list of people they want to get rid of."
Henry narrowed his eyes, his gaze now tinged with curiosity. "It seems you've figured it out?"
I nodded silently, a sigh escaping my lips. "I've done nothing to offend anyone, but I suppose I've been having a streak of bad luck."
Henry regarded me for a moment. "Miss Parks, do you really not know why they want you dead?"
"Ever since I attended Alex's birthday party, I've felt like I've had nothing but trouble. I thought having a strong backer would keep me safe, but instead, it just brought me more problems," I said, furrowing my brows.
After a brief pause, I glanced at Henry. "Mr. Yeats, I believe your first incident happened during Miss Harvey's welcome-back party that Alex hosted. When you add it all up, I've technically saved you three times now."
I squinted slightly, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. By saying this to Henry directly, I was merely reminding him that there was no need to test me.
Henry took a deep breath and smiled. Just then, Jenna returned, carrying two freshly brewed cups of coffee. She placed one in front of Henry and handed the other to me.
"What about Asher? Has he run off to play with the cat again?" Henry asked, glancing up at Jenna.
"I'll go check," Jenna replied, setting down the cup and walking out of the room.
I blinked, feeling a shift in the air. 'What exactly does Henry want to say to me that he's even having his wife leave the room?' I wondered.
"Miss Parks, Mrs. Yeats is waiting for you inside," the driver said.
Marvin gave me a knowing look, his voice soft. "I'll wait for you in the car."
I nodded, following the driver as he led me into the Yeats Villa.
The house wasn't particularly large, and it had a comforting, welcoming feel to it. The yard was filled with greenery, flowers, and plants, and in the distance, I could faintly hear the meow of a cat.
Suddenly, a small kitten dashed out from the bushes.
"Hey, don't run off," a gentle voice called out.
I looked up to see a man emerging from a nearby greenhouse. He wore a white shirt and black pants, his figure slender and tall. The orange glow of the lamps highlighted his sharp features, casting a soft light on his handsome profile.
"Hi, Adair—" the man said. When he turned to face me, I froze in place.
His skin was smooth, and his eyes were clear and pure. He was incredibly handsome, especially with that tall, straight nose and eyes that reminded me of Quinn from my memories.
I clenched my hands involuntarily. My heart began to pound in my chest, a mix of bitterness and warmth rising in my throat.
I didn't know if Quinn, as an adult, would look like the man before me, but I knew for sure he would have eyes as beautiful and untainted as his.
"Adair, who is she?" The man asked, his curiosity evident, and there was a soft smile in his eyes.
"This is Miss Parks, an old acquaintance of Mrs. Yeats," Adair replied.
"An old acquaintance? I almost forgot. My mom used to live here," the man said with a slight smile, his eyes falling directly on me. It was as if he wanted to say something but held back.
"Mrs. Yeats is waiting inside. Let me take her in," Adair said.
The man nodded, and at that moment, the little kitten that had been running away suddenly reappeared, bounding straight to his feet.
Its fur was smooth and soft, and though it wasn't very big, it was round and plump, like a little ball.
It was a good thing it had light-colored fur. If it had been nighttime, I might have mistaken it for something else entirely.
The man knelt down, gently rubbing the kitten's head, his eyes filled with affection.
As I passed by, I heard the kitten mew softly from his hands. "What's your name?"
"Laurel Parks," I said.
The man paused for a moment, then chuckled lightly. His beautiful eyes seemed to sparkle like the night sky. "My name is Asher Yeats," he replied slowly, running his fingers under the kitten's chin. "And what about you?"
I felt suddenly embarrassed. I realized he wasn't asking me at all. He was talking to the kitten.
'Does he expect the cat to answer back?' I thought, feeling awkward, and quickly followed the driver.
When Jenna saw me again, she immediately stepped forward. I instinctively took a step back. Honestly, if it weren't for the situation, I wouldn't want anything to do with this woman. I almost wished I had never met her at all.
Even if she had countless reasons back then, it didn't justify abandoning her two children and never looking back. Not even when they died, she didn't understand, not one bit. It was laughable, really.
Jenna had moved on with a new life, a new beginning. But what about Quinn and Larry? Perhaps, even until their dying breaths, they still longed for their mother.
"Mrs. Yeats, what can I do for you?" I asked.
"Laurel, you can still call me Jenna," she replied.
My gaze slowly fell on the woman before me, dressed in a silk gown. A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips, my tone calm and detached. "Things are different now, Jenna. You've changed, and so have I. I think it's more appropriate to call you Mrs. Yeats, considering your current status."
"Laurel, I know you harbor resentment toward me, but I—" Jenna began, but I cut her off swiftly, a faint smile curving at the corner of my lips.
"Mrs. Yeats, you are mistaken. Everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness. If there is any resentment, it is not mine to hold," I said.
I knew all too well that Quinn could never harbor hate for the woman before me.
He would rather have died alongside his brother than drag her down with him. How could he possibly have the energy to hate her?
As Jenna opened her mouth again, footsteps from behind interrupted, and she quickly wiped the sadness from her face, turning toward the sound. "Darling, why are you out of bed? I told you to rest."
Henry waved his hand dismissively, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I saw that Adair hadn't returned, and I started to worry, so I came down to check."
"They've just arrived," Jenna said, shooting me a glance before continuing. "I'll go make some coffee."
With that, she turned and left the room.
The villa seemed unusually quiet now, with only Henry, Jenna, Asher, and the driver, Adair, around. It seemed they'd sent the house staff away ahead of time.
"Miss Parks, please have a seat." Henry gestured toward the leather sofa in the living room.
I nodded slightly, my gaze lingering on him. His face did look a little pale, but nothing like the rumors made it seem.
"Mr. Yeats, why did you bring me here at this hour?" I asked, my tone calm and steady.
Henry sighed, his expression tinged with regret. "I almost caused you harm today, Miss Parks. I truly apologize."
"It is nothing," I replied flatly. "After all, I am on the list of people they want to get rid of."
Henry narrowed his eyes, his gaze now tinged with curiosity. "It seems you've figured it out?"
I nodded silently, a sigh escaping my lips. "I've done nothing to offend anyone, but I suppose I've been having a streak of bad luck."
Henry regarded me for a moment. "Miss Parks, do you really not know why they want you dead?"
"Ever since I attended Alex's birthday party, I've felt like I've had nothing but trouble. I thought having a strong backer would keep me safe, but instead, it just brought me more problems," I said, furrowing my brows.
After a brief pause, I glanced at Henry. "Mr. Yeats, I believe your first incident happened during Miss Harvey's welcome-back party that Alex hosted. When you add it all up, I've technically saved you three times now."
I squinted slightly, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. By saying this to Henry directly, I was merely reminding him that there was no need to test me.
Henry took a deep breath and smiled. Just then, Jenna returned, carrying two freshly brewed cups of coffee. She placed one in front of Henry and handed the other to me.
"What about Asher? Has he run off to play with the cat again?" Henry asked, glancing up at Jenna.
"I'll go check," Jenna replied, setting down the cup and walking out of the room.
I blinked, feeling a shift in the air. 'What exactly does Henry want to say to me that he's even having his wife leave the room?' I wondered.
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