Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 56: Chapter 56
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I took a large gulp of my wine, trying to suppress the bitterness rising in my chest.
It was hard to imagine that when Alex was a child—at a time when he needed a mother's love the most—he was met with a woman incapable of loving him.
I wondered when, after repeated tests and requests for affection, Alex had finally come to accept—or perhaps realize—that his mother didn't love him.
"This bracelet is too valuable. I can't accept it."
Alex chuckled, his eyes narrowing with a touch of suspicion. "You'll accept what I give, but not what she gives?"
I was stunned, his words leaving me speechless.
It took a while before I managed to retort, "It's not the same."
"Come on, let's go inside. The dinner's about to start," Alex said, giving me a complicated glance. "Aren't you planning to get me drunk? Just don't end up so drunk yourself that you can't carry on with your plan."
With that, Alex turned and walked toward the banquet hall.
I furrowed my brow, my hand clutching the wine glass tightly as I sighed deeply.
Looking at the bracelet now dangling from my wrist, a wave of unease washed over me.
What exactly was Alex trying to do?
Why did he have to tell his mother about our wedding?
"Laurel, has he left?"
Angela tiptoed up beside me, glancing around nervously before patting her chest.
"Angela, you're really not being fair."
"I was just giving you two some space to talk," she whispered in my ear, her voice filled with curiosity. "Did he overhear anything?"
"Do you think so?" I shot Angela a look.
Angela smiled and clinked her glass against mine. "If he heard everything, why don't you take one for the team and get yourself drunk? Maybe then you'll have the chance to take control."
I rolled my eyes. "Do you really think he's the kind of guy who can't control himself?"
"Well, it depends on the person. Samantha was his first love, but she never ended up with him, did she?"
I sighed deeply and stared directly into Angela's eyes. "Once unfaithful, always unforgivable."
"Well, maybe not," she whispered conspiratorially. "I overheard something in the bathroom just now."
"What?" I raised an eyebrow, seeing the excitement written all over Angela's face.
"Apparently, Samantha and Mr. Herrera's friend never actually got together. It was all a misunderstanding. And that misunderstanding is what led to Samantha and Mr. Herrera breaking up."
"So, Samantha wants to get back together with Alex?"
Angela squinted her eyes. "I really want to know who the third party was back then. And want to hear another version?"
I shot her a side glance. "I'm hungry."
Angela grinned, tugging my arm as she led me toward the banquet hall.
"Apparently, back then, Samantha didn't know Alex would become the future head of the Herrera Group. She wasn't even actually with Mr. Herrera. Their relationship was unclear, but she had feelings for someone else. And that someone is here tonight—someone with a close relationship to Mr. Herrera."
"Then what?"
"Don't you want to know which version is true and which is false? And who this third person is?"
Angela pondered for a moment, then continued eagerly, "Anyone who could make Samantha fall for them must be extraordinary."
I laughed softly. "Angela, I think you should start an entertainment company."
Angela froze for a moment, then wrapped her arm around mine. "Laurel, are you spying on my mind? Why don't you have your husband sell me a stake in Xilo Films? I could get a position and climb the ranks!"
"Why not? Maybe you could even get him to sign Samantha as a talent. Who knows, it could turn into a big profit."
"Funny you mention that—if Samantha weren't from the Harvey family, there'd be plenty of film companies lining up to sign her. With her looks, it would be a shame not to have her as an actress. Of course, I'd love to sign you too, but now that you're Mrs. Herrera, you probably don't need a job anymore."
Leave it to a best friend to bring up the one thing I've been trying to forget.
Ever since I left my job, I had been looking for something new, but every resume I sent seemed to disappear without a trace.
I couldn't help but think that Austin's family might be trying to set me up.
Not only had they gotten Maliyah fired, but now I couldn't land any suitable job either.
"Got any jobs to recommend?"
Angela looked at me in disbelief, poking me on the head.
"Laurel, are you serious? You're still trying to win over your man, and you're thinking about finding a job?"
I swatted her hand away, but she suddenly grabbed my wrist, her eyes practically sparkling.
"Where did you get that bracelet? Did Mr. Herrera give it to you?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sort of."
Angela smiled slyly. "Looks like Mr. Herrera really treats you well. It's his birthday, but he gave you a gift."
Before I could respond, we were led by a waiter to the banquet hall.
Angela was about to pull me to an empty seat when she stopped in surprise. Every seat was labeled with a name.
And, predictably, Angela and I had been assigned to sit next to Samantha.
We hadn't even fully sat down when a woman, dressed head to toe in top-tier luxury brands, took a moment to eye me, before finally offering a polite smile as she saw Angela.
What I hadn't expected was that the person sitting beside her was none other than Kailyn.
When Kailyn saw Angela and me sitting together, an expression of disdain flickered in her eyes. "Some people really have good luck, relying on someone else's identity to sit with us."
The gaze of the other young women at the table immediately fell on me, their curiosity palpable.
One of them even asked, "Miss Adams, which family are you from? You're a new face. Care to introduce yourself?"
Angela, ever poised, tightly grasped my hand and smiled warmly. "This is my best friend, Laurel."
When Kailyn heard my name, her face faltered for a second, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes. She then spoke coldly, "I didn't know you were a Parks. If people mistake you for one of the Parks family, you'd better clarify. We only have one daughter in our family."
"Miss Parks has such a strong reputation, who would dare impersonate you?" I replied coolly, locking eyes with her.
I had no interest in being a part of the Parks family, and I'd rather forget that last name altogether.
It only represented shame, hate, and a past I couldn't forgive or forget.
It was hard to imagine that when Alex was a child—at a time when he needed a mother's love the most—he was met with a woman incapable of loving him.
I wondered when, after repeated tests and requests for affection, Alex had finally come to accept—or perhaps realize—that his mother didn't love him.
"This bracelet is too valuable. I can't accept it."
Alex chuckled, his eyes narrowing with a touch of suspicion. "You'll accept what I give, but not what she gives?"
I was stunned, his words leaving me speechless.
It took a while before I managed to retort, "It's not the same."
"Come on, let's go inside. The dinner's about to start," Alex said, giving me a complicated glance. "Aren't you planning to get me drunk? Just don't end up so drunk yourself that you can't carry on with your plan."
With that, Alex turned and walked toward the banquet hall.
I furrowed my brow, my hand clutching the wine glass tightly as I sighed deeply.
Looking at the bracelet now dangling from my wrist, a wave of unease washed over me.
What exactly was Alex trying to do?
Why did he have to tell his mother about our wedding?
"Laurel, has he left?"
Angela tiptoed up beside me, glancing around nervously before patting her chest.
"Angela, you're really not being fair."
"I was just giving you two some space to talk," she whispered in my ear, her voice filled with curiosity. "Did he overhear anything?"
"Do you think so?" I shot Angela a look.
Angela smiled and clinked her glass against mine. "If he heard everything, why don't you take one for the team and get yourself drunk? Maybe then you'll have the chance to take control."
I rolled my eyes. "Do you really think he's the kind of guy who can't control himself?"
"Well, it depends on the person. Samantha was his first love, but she never ended up with him, did she?"
I sighed deeply and stared directly into Angela's eyes. "Once unfaithful, always unforgivable."
"Well, maybe not," she whispered conspiratorially. "I overheard something in the bathroom just now."
"What?" I raised an eyebrow, seeing the excitement written all over Angela's face.
"Apparently, Samantha and Mr. Herrera's friend never actually got together. It was all a misunderstanding. And that misunderstanding is what led to Samantha and Mr. Herrera breaking up."
"So, Samantha wants to get back together with Alex?"
Angela squinted her eyes. "I really want to know who the third party was back then. And want to hear another version?"
I shot her a side glance. "I'm hungry."
Angela grinned, tugging my arm as she led me toward the banquet hall.
"Apparently, back then, Samantha didn't know Alex would become the future head of the Herrera Group. She wasn't even actually with Mr. Herrera. Their relationship was unclear, but she had feelings for someone else. And that someone is here tonight—someone with a close relationship to Mr. Herrera."
"Then what?"
"Don't you want to know which version is true and which is false? And who this third person is?"
Angela pondered for a moment, then continued eagerly, "Anyone who could make Samantha fall for them must be extraordinary."
I laughed softly. "Angela, I think you should start an entertainment company."
Angela froze for a moment, then wrapped her arm around mine. "Laurel, are you spying on my mind? Why don't you have your husband sell me a stake in Xilo Films? I could get a position and climb the ranks!"
"Why not? Maybe you could even get him to sign Samantha as a talent. Who knows, it could turn into a big profit."
"Funny you mention that—if Samantha weren't from the Harvey family, there'd be plenty of film companies lining up to sign her. With her looks, it would be a shame not to have her as an actress. Of course, I'd love to sign you too, but now that you're Mrs. Herrera, you probably don't need a job anymore."
Leave it to a best friend to bring up the one thing I've been trying to forget.
Ever since I left my job, I had been looking for something new, but every resume I sent seemed to disappear without a trace.
I couldn't help but think that Austin's family might be trying to set me up.
Not only had they gotten Maliyah fired, but now I couldn't land any suitable job either.
"Got any jobs to recommend?"
Angela looked at me in disbelief, poking me on the head.
"Laurel, are you serious? You're still trying to win over your man, and you're thinking about finding a job?"
I swatted her hand away, but she suddenly grabbed my wrist, her eyes practically sparkling.
"Where did you get that bracelet? Did Mr. Herrera give it to you?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sort of."
Angela smiled slyly. "Looks like Mr. Herrera really treats you well. It's his birthday, but he gave you a gift."
Before I could respond, we were led by a waiter to the banquet hall.
Angela was about to pull me to an empty seat when she stopped in surprise. Every seat was labeled with a name.
And, predictably, Angela and I had been assigned to sit next to Samantha.
We hadn't even fully sat down when a woman, dressed head to toe in top-tier luxury brands, took a moment to eye me, before finally offering a polite smile as she saw Angela.
What I hadn't expected was that the person sitting beside her was none other than Kailyn.
When Kailyn saw Angela and me sitting together, an expression of disdain flickered in her eyes. "Some people really have good luck, relying on someone else's identity to sit with us."
The gaze of the other young women at the table immediately fell on me, their curiosity palpable.
One of them even asked, "Miss Adams, which family are you from? You're a new face. Care to introduce yourself?"
Angela, ever poised, tightly grasped my hand and smiled warmly. "This is my best friend, Laurel."
When Kailyn heard my name, her face faltered for a second, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes. She then spoke coldly, "I didn't know you were a Parks. If people mistake you for one of the Parks family, you'd better clarify. We only have one daughter in our family."
"Miss Parks has such a strong reputation, who would dare impersonate you?" I replied coolly, locking eyes with her.
I had no interest in being a part of the Parks family, and I'd rather forget that last name altogether.
It only represented shame, hate, and a past I couldn't forgive or forget.
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