Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 67: Chapter 67
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After Alex read the message, he immediately stood up and walked toward the door. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned back, paused for a moment, and said slowly, "Stay in your room."
The sound of the door closing followed.
I collapsed back onto the couch, watching his hurried figure disappear. A curious thought flickered through my mind—was it something to do with the Herrera family? Or was it the Herrera Group?
Seeing his urgent expression, I didn't dare ask any more questions.
Even if I did, I doubted he would answer.
There was something about Alex, something hidden deep inside him, that made me think there were far too many secrets he kept to himself.
Not long after, Angela knocked on my door. She looked me up and down, and when she saw I seemed unharmed, a hint of suspicion appeared in her eyes. "What was Mr. Herrera doing in your room in broad daylight?"
I glanced around, then quipped, "I'm starting to think you've set up surveillance in here."
I plopped back onto the couch, spreading my legs out in a languid, half-dead pose.
Before I could say anything else, Angela grabbed me and yanked me upright. "Laurel, how can you still be sleeping? Can you have some sense of danger?"
I shot her a sideways glance before letting myself flop back onto the couch again. Calmly, I said, "Alex got a call and left."
Angela gave a short "mm," her expression turning serious, like she had something on her mind.
Instinctively, I sat up straight, a smirk tugging at my lips. I watched her closely, sensing she had something she wasn't telling me.
Angela was normally carefree, so whenever I saw her look so troubled, I knew she had something up her sleeve.
"Come on, spill. Which rich young man caught your eye this time?"
Angela's eyes, usually so bright and full of life, now held a flicker of uncertainty. She bit her lip, her voice soft as she asked, "Do you think someone like me, with my personality, could ever have someone like me?"
"Angela... are you sick?" I asked, reaching out to touch her forehead. No fever.
"Why does it seem like I'm the one who almost drowned, but you look worse than me?" I frowned, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I've fallen for someone," Angela said softly, clearing her throat. "A man. Love at first sight."
Her voice was unusually calm, and her expression was as indifferent as ever.
I blinked, stunned. I stared at her, unable to believe what I was hearing.
After all, in Angela's world, love didn't exist. She didn't believe in such a thing as "love at first sight."
For her, relationships between men and women were purely about needs and exchanges. Over the years I'd known her, she'd had plenty of male friends, but none of them ever became boyfriends.
She didn't believe in promises of love, either.
She'd always said, "Only stupid women believe in men who promise to love them forever."
She didn't trust such things. She couldn't even guarantee she could love someone for life, so how could she believe someone else would?
I knew Angela had little sense of security, and most of it stemmed from her father.
As a child, she was showered with love from him. He always brought her gifts and chocolates whenever he went on business trips. She and her mother had a better relationship than with her dad.
But then, one day, Angela saw her father with another child, and that was when the truth hit her. What she had thought was love was maybe just an illusion.
That day, Angela cried for hours, wiping her tears as she said, "I'm never going to like my dad again."
I remember thinking, maybe never having that kind of love isn't so bad. At least when it's gone, it doesn't hurt as much.
After that, I rarely saw Angela cry. Even when people bullied her, she rarely shed a tear anymore.
"Angela, are you on something?" I asked, my voice a little too sharp.
I couldn't help but wonder—what kind of person could possibly catch Angela's eye?
Back in high school, she had liked a boy. Not just any boy, but the school's heartthrob—handsome, smart, the top student in the entire grade.
Too bad he never even looked at her. To be more accurate, he thought she was too dumb.
I still blamed myself for that. If only Angela hadn't been stuck with me every day, crammed into the bus to school, maybe that guy, seeing Angela in a luxury car, would have agreed to her advances. Who wouldn't want to skip the struggle for a few decades?
Her first confession ended in failure.
Later, she liked a transfer student from another school, a guy who was an art major. He looked like he walked straight out of a manga—tall, handsome, with bright eyes and a winning smile.
But Angela never confessed. The guy was so popular that after every class, his drawer was stuffed with letters. Angela didn't want to write letters; her handwriting was so bad that sometimes she couldn't even read it herself.
More than that, she didn't want to confess. She had seen him smile as he accepted letters and gifts from girls, only to throw them straight into the trash afterward.
Angela thought he was too scary. Who knows, maybe he'd sell her out and count the money he made from it.
"I don't even know why I like him," Angela said with a frown, sighing in frustration. "It's not like I did anything special, I just looked at him a little longer."
"You confessed?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Aren't you going to ask who I like first?" Angela replied with a playful grin.
"Who's the lucky guy?"
"Someone from the Parks family," Angela said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I froze, the smile immediately falling from my face. My heart raced, my breath catching in my throat. A cold breeze seemed to pass over me, and I shuddered involuntarily.
Angela paused, sensing my change in demeanor. She stared at me, confused. "Laurel, are you okay? You look pale."
"I'm fine," I quickly replied, trying to shake it off. "Just a little cold."
Without saying a word, Angela ran to her bed, grabbed a thin blanket, and wrapped it around me. She looked at me anxiously, her expression filled with worry.
"Laurel, I think I'm done for. When I close my eyes, all I see is him."
As she spoke, she shut her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips.
When Angela falls for someone, she gives her heart fully. But her feelings never last long.
The real reason is simple: when the other person wants to take things further, she gets bored.
At the end of the day, she just enjoys the chase, the game of cat and mouse.
The sound of the door closing followed.
I collapsed back onto the couch, watching his hurried figure disappear. A curious thought flickered through my mind—was it something to do with the Herrera family? Or was it the Herrera Group?
Seeing his urgent expression, I didn't dare ask any more questions.
Even if I did, I doubted he would answer.
There was something about Alex, something hidden deep inside him, that made me think there were far too many secrets he kept to himself.
Not long after, Angela knocked on my door. She looked me up and down, and when she saw I seemed unharmed, a hint of suspicion appeared in her eyes. "What was Mr. Herrera doing in your room in broad daylight?"
I glanced around, then quipped, "I'm starting to think you've set up surveillance in here."
I plopped back onto the couch, spreading my legs out in a languid, half-dead pose.
Before I could say anything else, Angela grabbed me and yanked me upright. "Laurel, how can you still be sleeping? Can you have some sense of danger?"
I shot her a sideways glance before letting myself flop back onto the couch again. Calmly, I said, "Alex got a call and left."
Angela gave a short "mm," her expression turning serious, like she had something on her mind.
Instinctively, I sat up straight, a smirk tugging at my lips. I watched her closely, sensing she had something she wasn't telling me.
Angela was normally carefree, so whenever I saw her look so troubled, I knew she had something up her sleeve.
"Come on, spill. Which rich young man caught your eye this time?"
Angela's eyes, usually so bright and full of life, now held a flicker of uncertainty. She bit her lip, her voice soft as she asked, "Do you think someone like me, with my personality, could ever have someone like me?"
"Angela... are you sick?" I asked, reaching out to touch her forehead. No fever.
"Why does it seem like I'm the one who almost drowned, but you look worse than me?" I frowned, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I've fallen for someone," Angela said softly, clearing her throat. "A man. Love at first sight."
Her voice was unusually calm, and her expression was as indifferent as ever.
I blinked, stunned. I stared at her, unable to believe what I was hearing.
After all, in Angela's world, love didn't exist. She didn't believe in such a thing as "love at first sight."
For her, relationships between men and women were purely about needs and exchanges. Over the years I'd known her, she'd had plenty of male friends, but none of them ever became boyfriends.
She didn't believe in promises of love, either.
She'd always said, "Only stupid women believe in men who promise to love them forever."
She didn't trust such things. She couldn't even guarantee she could love someone for life, so how could she believe someone else would?
I knew Angela had little sense of security, and most of it stemmed from her father.
As a child, she was showered with love from him. He always brought her gifts and chocolates whenever he went on business trips. She and her mother had a better relationship than with her dad.
But then, one day, Angela saw her father with another child, and that was when the truth hit her. What she had thought was love was maybe just an illusion.
That day, Angela cried for hours, wiping her tears as she said, "I'm never going to like my dad again."
I remember thinking, maybe never having that kind of love isn't so bad. At least when it's gone, it doesn't hurt as much.
After that, I rarely saw Angela cry. Even when people bullied her, she rarely shed a tear anymore.
"Angela, are you on something?" I asked, my voice a little too sharp.
I couldn't help but wonder—what kind of person could possibly catch Angela's eye?
Back in high school, she had liked a boy. Not just any boy, but the school's heartthrob—handsome, smart, the top student in the entire grade.
Too bad he never even looked at her. To be more accurate, he thought she was too dumb.
I still blamed myself for that. If only Angela hadn't been stuck with me every day, crammed into the bus to school, maybe that guy, seeing Angela in a luxury car, would have agreed to her advances. Who wouldn't want to skip the struggle for a few decades?
Her first confession ended in failure.
Later, she liked a transfer student from another school, a guy who was an art major. He looked like he walked straight out of a manga—tall, handsome, with bright eyes and a winning smile.
But Angela never confessed. The guy was so popular that after every class, his drawer was stuffed with letters. Angela didn't want to write letters; her handwriting was so bad that sometimes she couldn't even read it herself.
More than that, she didn't want to confess. She had seen him smile as he accepted letters and gifts from girls, only to throw them straight into the trash afterward.
Angela thought he was too scary. Who knows, maybe he'd sell her out and count the money he made from it.
"I don't even know why I like him," Angela said with a frown, sighing in frustration. "It's not like I did anything special, I just looked at him a little longer."
"You confessed?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Aren't you going to ask who I like first?" Angela replied with a playful grin.
"Who's the lucky guy?"
"Someone from the Parks family," Angela said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I froze, the smile immediately falling from my face. My heart raced, my breath catching in my throat. A cold breeze seemed to pass over me, and I shuddered involuntarily.
Angela paused, sensing my change in demeanor. She stared at me, confused. "Laurel, are you okay? You look pale."
"I'm fine," I quickly replied, trying to shake it off. "Just a little cold."
Without saying a word, Angela ran to her bed, grabbed a thin blanket, and wrapped it around me. She looked at me anxiously, her expression filled with worry.
"Laurel, I think I'm done for. When I close my eyes, all I see is him."
As she spoke, she shut her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips.
When Angela falls for someone, she gives her heart fully. But her feelings never last long.
The real reason is simple: when the other person wants to take things further, she gets bored.
At the end of the day, she just enjoys the chase, the game of cat and mouse.
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