Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 451: Chapter 451
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The casual, almost dismissive question fell into my ears, making my heart tighten involuntarily.
Alex appeared indifferent, waiting for my response, but his eyes—intense with curiosity—betrayed a flicker of concern. For a moment, I almost convinced myself that the man who was used to being adored by everyone might actually have feelings for me.
Thankfully, I managed to hold onto my rationality. A sly fox like Alex would never fall for someone easily. Even if he did have feelings for someone, it most certainly wouldn't be for me.
Perhaps Alex regretted his decision to marry me in the first place. But the deed was done, and now he was stuck, unable to turn back.
Before I could respond, Alex spoke up, his voice low and edged with frustration. "You wouldn't choose to marry him, would you? Yet you'd risk your life for him. Why?"
I paused for a moment, Alex's gaze fixed on me, deep and searching.
I turned the question back on him. "Then what about you? Why would you risk your life to save me?" I asked carefully, my eyes locked on his.
I was anxious to hear his answer, but at the same time, a sense of dread crept over me.
Alex inhaled deeply, speaking slowly. "I promised I would protect you."
As expected, his answer was exactly what I anticipated. He was a man of honor, after all. The promise he made to my mother to marry me, to keep our family together, could not be easily broken.
"Then what about you?" Alex's eyes never wavered from mine as he studied me with a cold, appraising look. "Why would you go to such lengths for him?"
I fell silent for a moment, my fingertips digging into my palm as I forced a nonchalant smile. "I told you before. He's my family."
Alex didn't say anything at first, his gaze growing colder as he processed my words. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice icy. "Family? Is that what you call him?"
I nodded silently, my heart aching slightly as I looked into his eyes, a strange, dull pain spreading through my chest.
"Don't worry," I said softly, trying to steady myself. "I've made a promise. As long as I am Mrs. Herrera, I won't cause you trouble."
Alex lowered his gaze, a fleeting smile crossing his lips, but he didn't look up. "If it were another woman, she'd be doing everything she could to earn my favor. But you... you won't."
"Exactly. That's why you married me, isn't it?" I said flatly, my voice calm despite the storm brewing inside me.
Alex knew me well. He knew that during the years I dated Austin, I had always kept my distance, never doing anything to betray him. Even after his betrayal, I never made a scene. I simply endured, quietly letting it all pass.
Perhaps that was what Alex had liked about me—the silence, the lack of drama. But after marriage, my performance had fallen short of his expectations.
I thought about my late mother, the sorrow creeping in once again. But I raised my face, masking the grief behind a calm, indifferent expression. I cleared my throat, trying to smile. "But I do thank you. For agreeing to marry me. At least it gave my mom some peace."
Alex remained silent, his face half-lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. His long lashes trembled with every breath, and after what felt like an eternity, he chuckled coldly and looked up at me with a hint of sarcasm. "So, after all this time, is family more important than I am?"
I didn't hesitate. "You're my family too," I said firmly.
"Then tell me, who's more important to you—me or Marvin? You said if I were drowning and you could swim, you'd save me first. Does that still hold true?"
I gave a soft hum, looking at the man sitting on the sofa with an air of calm indifference, my gaze filled with disbelief.
For a moment, I was at a loss for words. I bit my lip and softly asked, "Is there even a tiny bit of space for me in your heart...?"
Alex didn't answer my question. He fell silent for a long while before suddenly letting out a laugh, though whether it was self-mockery or mocking my naïve audacity, I couldn't tell.
I regretted it instantly—regretted asking such a foolish question when I already knew the answer.
If he truly cared for me, would he have let me fall into a position where I had no choice but to obey him? How could he have allowed others to bully me or keep people constantly watching me?
In his heart, I was nothing more than a pawn in his game.
Even if he said he cared, it was only because I still had some value to him.
At that moment, a deep sense of frustration washed over me. How could I have asked such a stupid question?
Just then, Alex, still lounging on the sofa, curled his lips into a mysterious smile. Lowering his voice, he countered, "Then, is there a place for me in your heart?"
Hearing his question made me want to snap back.
If I didn't have a place for him in my heart, how could I have thrown everything aside to save him?
Sure, I told myself it was to repay his life-saving grace, but in a moment of crisis, who could really think of anything else?
After all, even without knowing who killed Angela, I still valued my own life.
Just then, the door to the hospital room opened, and a delivery person wheeled in a food cart.
My stomach growled loudly, and instead of making things worse, I quickly grabbed the food and stuffed myself with it, avoiding any further embarrassment.
"Eat up, and then go back," Alex said, his voice terse.
Before I could speak, the door opened again, and in walked Bailee, holding a small cake. The moment she saw me, a smug smile appeared on her face, her posture exuding victory.
I blinked, turning to look at Alex.
His face remained neutral, and he slowly spoke, "Aren't you leaving?"
I hadn't expected Alex to actually invite someone else, and certainly not Bailee.
Bailee flashed me a grin, unbothered, as she looked directly into my eyes. "Mrs. Herrera, are you leaving?"
I glared at Alex, but he remained silent, uninterested in offering an explanation.
I couldn't help but think, although Alex was my husband, there was no real affection between us. Our marriage had been based on his looks and money.
That's why I chose him, wasn't it? Good looks and a comfortable lifestyle. I had everything I wanted—money and status. How could I ask for more?
"Mrs. Herrera, did Mr. Herrera just throw you out?" Liam asked, his voice laced with sympathy.
I looked up at him, a little caught off guard.
"The room's too small for too many people," I responded coldly, trying to mask the discomfort in my heart.
I didn't understand why Alex, despite not liking Bailee, allowed her to stay in his hospital room.
After a moment, I murmured to myself, "Has someone really found something on him?"
Alex appeared indifferent, waiting for my response, but his eyes—intense with curiosity—betrayed a flicker of concern. For a moment, I almost convinced myself that the man who was used to being adored by everyone might actually have feelings for me.
Thankfully, I managed to hold onto my rationality. A sly fox like Alex would never fall for someone easily. Even if he did have feelings for someone, it most certainly wouldn't be for me.
Perhaps Alex regretted his decision to marry me in the first place. But the deed was done, and now he was stuck, unable to turn back.
Before I could respond, Alex spoke up, his voice low and edged with frustration. "You wouldn't choose to marry him, would you? Yet you'd risk your life for him. Why?"
I paused for a moment, Alex's gaze fixed on me, deep and searching.
I turned the question back on him. "Then what about you? Why would you risk your life to save me?" I asked carefully, my eyes locked on his.
I was anxious to hear his answer, but at the same time, a sense of dread crept over me.
Alex inhaled deeply, speaking slowly. "I promised I would protect you."
As expected, his answer was exactly what I anticipated. He was a man of honor, after all. The promise he made to my mother to marry me, to keep our family together, could not be easily broken.
"Then what about you?" Alex's eyes never wavered from mine as he studied me with a cold, appraising look. "Why would you go to such lengths for him?"
I fell silent for a moment, my fingertips digging into my palm as I forced a nonchalant smile. "I told you before. He's my family."
Alex didn't say anything at first, his gaze growing colder as he processed my words. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice icy. "Family? Is that what you call him?"
I nodded silently, my heart aching slightly as I looked into his eyes, a strange, dull pain spreading through my chest.
"Don't worry," I said softly, trying to steady myself. "I've made a promise. As long as I am Mrs. Herrera, I won't cause you trouble."
Alex lowered his gaze, a fleeting smile crossing his lips, but he didn't look up. "If it were another woman, she'd be doing everything she could to earn my favor. But you... you won't."
"Exactly. That's why you married me, isn't it?" I said flatly, my voice calm despite the storm brewing inside me.
Alex knew me well. He knew that during the years I dated Austin, I had always kept my distance, never doing anything to betray him. Even after his betrayal, I never made a scene. I simply endured, quietly letting it all pass.
Perhaps that was what Alex had liked about me—the silence, the lack of drama. But after marriage, my performance had fallen short of his expectations.
I thought about my late mother, the sorrow creeping in once again. But I raised my face, masking the grief behind a calm, indifferent expression. I cleared my throat, trying to smile. "But I do thank you. For agreeing to marry me. At least it gave my mom some peace."
Alex remained silent, his face half-lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. His long lashes trembled with every breath, and after what felt like an eternity, he chuckled coldly and looked up at me with a hint of sarcasm. "So, after all this time, is family more important than I am?"
I didn't hesitate. "You're my family too," I said firmly.
"Then tell me, who's more important to you—me or Marvin? You said if I were drowning and you could swim, you'd save me first. Does that still hold true?"
I gave a soft hum, looking at the man sitting on the sofa with an air of calm indifference, my gaze filled with disbelief.
For a moment, I was at a loss for words. I bit my lip and softly asked, "Is there even a tiny bit of space for me in your heart...?"
Alex didn't answer my question. He fell silent for a long while before suddenly letting out a laugh, though whether it was self-mockery or mocking my naïve audacity, I couldn't tell.
I regretted it instantly—regretted asking such a foolish question when I already knew the answer.
If he truly cared for me, would he have let me fall into a position where I had no choice but to obey him? How could he have allowed others to bully me or keep people constantly watching me?
In his heart, I was nothing more than a pawn in his game.
Even if he said he cared, it was only because I still had some value to him.
At that moment, a deep sense of frustration washed over me. How could I have asked such a stupid question?
Just then, Alex, still lounging on the sofa, curled his lips into a mysterious smile. Lowering his voice, he countered, "Then, is there a place for me in your heart?"
Hearing his question made me want to snap back.
If I didn't have a place for him in my heart, how could I have thrown everything aside to save him?
Sure, I told myself it was to repay his life-saving grace, but in a moment of crisis, who could really think of anything else?
After all, even without knowing who killed Angela, I still valued my own life.
Just then, the door to the hospital room opened, and a delivery person wheeled in a food cart.
My stomach growled loudly, and instead of making things worse, I quickly grabbed the food and stuffed myself with it, avoiding any further embarrassment.
"Eat up, and then go back," Alex said, his voice terse.
Before I could speak, the door opened again, and in walked Bailee, holding a small cake. The moment she saw me, a smug smile appeared on her face, her posture exuding victory.
I blinked, turning to look at Alex.
His face remained neutral, and he slowly spoke, "Aren't you leaving?"
I hadn't expected Alex to actually invite someone else, and certainly not Bailee.
Bailee flashed me a grin, unbothered, as she looked directly into my eyes. "Mrs. Herrera, are you leaving?"
I glared at Alex, but he remained silent, uninterested in offering an explanation.
I couldn't help but think, although Alex was my husband, there was no real affection between us. Our marriage had been based on his looks and money.
That's why I chose him, wasn't it? Good looks and a comfortable lifestyle. I had everything I wanted—money and status. How could I ask for more?
"Mrs. Herrera, did Mr. Herrera just throw you out?" Liam asked, his voice laced with sympathy.
I looked up at him, a little caught off guard.
"The room's too small for too many people," I responded coldly, trying to mask the discomfort in my heart.
I didn't understand why Alex, despite not liking Bailee, allowed her to stay in his hospital room.
After a moment, I murmured to myself, "Has someone really found something on him?"
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