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    Lucas’ face twitched subtly, a faint crease forming between his brows. Startled by the movement, Faye quickly pulled her hand back. Momentster, Lucas’ eyes fluttered open slowly.


    “Uncle Lucas, you’re awake?” Faye asked softly, her voice gentle.


    Hearing Faye’s voice, Lucas turned toward her, his movements sluggish.


    His bloodshot eyes betrayed his drunken state.


    ncing around, he asked, puzzled, “Are we home?”


    Faye nodded. “Yeah, Vincent had a sudden work emergency, so I drove you back.”


    “Mm,” Lucas mumbled, still looking a little dazed. He fumbled with his seatbelt, pushed open the passenger door, and stepped out.


    “Uncle Lucas, can you manage to get inside by yourself?” Faye called after him.


    “I can,” he replied curtly.


    Faye watched in silence as Lucas stumbled toward the house, his steps unsteady.


    Only after the door closed behind him did she start the car and drive off.


    Inside the house.


    The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Lucas’ expression turned cold, all traces of drunkenness vanishing.


    He strode to the living room’s coffee table, grabbed a wet wipe, and scrubbed his face with fierce intensity.


    His handsome face was shadowed with a stormy, brooding anger.<fn8271> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on fι?dnοvel</fn8271>


    His skin prickled, as if ants were crawling beneath it, a mix of difort and disgust churning inside him.


    Now, he could no longer deny it—his niece really harbored feelings for him.


    “Damn it!” he muttered under his breath, his frustration simmering.


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    He rubbed his face with the wipe until his cheek burned red and stung, only then tossing it aside.


    With heavy steps, he climbed the stairs to the bedroom.


    Belinda was inside, seated on the sofa, a soft piano melody drifting from the TV. “Where have you been? Why are you back sote?” she said, ncing at Lucas. As she rose and approached him, the sharp scent of alcohol hit her.


    Her brow furrowed in disapproval. “You’ve been drinking again? And you clearly drank a lot this time!”


    Lucas didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.


    “You stink,” Belinda muttered, wrinkling her nose.


    He only tightened his grip, his voice low and rough. “Just let me hold you for a while.”


    Belinda froze, sensing the weight in his mood.


    She wrapped her arms around his waist and asked gently, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”


    “I’ll tell youter,” Lucas murmured.


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