My Handsome Uncle, Please Be Mine!

Part 66.

Joe’s words made Celine angry. Without much thought, she decided to leave the house.

“It seems like a mistake for me to be here. Uncle Joe, you need to be more decisive with your feelings. If you still love her, fight for it! I know your love for her is immense. It’s impossible for you to protect Clara, sacrificing yourself if you don’t love her!” Celine’s message sounded slightly irritated. She realized she was defeated by Clara. “Dr. Gaston, Clara, I’ll take my leave now! I hope you can resolve your feelings without involving too many parties! Goodnight!” Celine nodded respectfully and left Joe Sebastian’s dining room.

Clara’s gaze fell downwards. She bowed her head, deeply hurt by Joe’s words. Meanwhile, Dr. Gaston looked at Joe with disappointment. He felt Joe didn’t need to go that far to make Clara give up; telling her directly would have been more mature.

“It seems like you’ve learned a lot from Vivian; now you’re so good at acting like your late wife!” Gaston said. “We need to talk, but I’ll accompany Clara to her room first.” He requested permission. He guided Clara to go upstairs to the second floor.

“Which room is yours, Clara?”

Clara walked alone towards her room’s door. “Thank you, doctor,” she expressed.

“Wait, Clara, I’ll come in with you!” Dr. Gaston asked.

“But why?” Clara asked, furrowing her brow. She didn’t know Dr. Gaston’s intentions.

“We need to talk, and I want to tease Joe. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything inappropriate,” he explained.

“Okay.”

Clara’s hand reached out, opening the door widely to allow Dr. Gaston to enter her room. Then, they both sat side by side on the edge of the bed.

“Clara,” Dr. Gaston called.

“Yes,” Clara responded, turning towards the source of the voice.

“What do you really want? This is about your relationship with Joe,” Dr. Gaston asked, to the point. He felt he needed to do something to help Clara.

“I… I want to stay with Uncle Joe, doctor!” Clara replied. Despite her pain, she wouldn’t give up. Not at all.

“What about your studies? What about your grandfather’s wish for you to be his successor?” Dr. Gaston asked. It would be a shame if Clara gave up, especially for a man whose feelings were still unclear.

“I don’t mind not studying in London. I’ll deepen my knowledge in design and work for Blue Jewelry,” Clara replied. “And… Regarding my grandfather, I can’t do much. Aunt Margaret, she hasn’t given up on becoming the main heir. I… I don’t really want my grandfather’s wealth, and it’s not that I don’t want it, but Aunt Margaret seems to feel left out because of my presence! Actually, when I was at Grandfather’s house, I felt really pressured!” Clara lamented. While at her grandfather’s residence for a month, Clara learned a lot. Her aunt and uncle were trying to get things back on track. After that, they would start trying to have children. In essence, Clara realized she couldn’t be so heartless as to ruin her aunt’s dreams.

“So, are you giving up?” Gaston pressed. It would be really unfortunate if Clara gave up.

“I’m not giving up. I just want to give Aunt Margaret and her husband a chance. After all, they’ve been helping Grandfather for over ten years, managing the company. And my presence, which has only been for a month, would replace them as the main heirs, it’s outrageous, isn’t it?” Clara sighed. Being at her grandfather’s house for a month, Clara learned a lot. Her aunt was trying to get things back on track, and after that, she would start trying to have children. In essence, Clara realized she couldn’t be so heartless as to ruin her aunt’s dreams.

“So, do you want to stay here?” Gaston asked to make sure.

“Yes, I want to always be by Uncle Joe’s side. He has sacrificed a lot for me, and I love him so much! Before Grandfather cared and looked for me, Uncle Joe was already taking care of me, sincerely, and without any ulterior motives!” Clara said.

“Joe would be at a loss if he lost you, Clara,” he said, shaking his head.

“I don’t think so!” Clara denied.

“Can you lend me your lipstick?” Gaston asked.

“For what?” Clara asked, not understanding.

“Either you lend me your lipstick or you kiss me directly,” he offered.

Clara chuckled. She got up from her seat and took the nude lipstick she was wearing, then gave it to Dr. Gaston.

The man looked at the mirror, then applied the nude lipstick on his lips. “Joe must think you just kissed me, Clara! Don’t worry, I’ll make him kneel before you. How could he play hard to get with a girl like you, Clara!” Gaston muttered cunningly, grinning.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“What should we do now?” Clara asked curiously.

“We don’t need to go out; just wait. Joe will soon come into the room after this,” he said, sitting back on the edge of the bed.

Based on what he did. What’s the point of making Clara distant, but his heart wants to be here! Why hurt Clara when Joe actually wants her!

A glass of water had just been drunk, but thirst was felt again. Yes, Gaston and Celine’s words were right; he was too cowardly. He was too afraid to face Freedy Lim to get Clara.

Joe stood up from his seat, moved to the kitchen to get cold water. He greedily drank a glass of cold water, but the thirst still lingered in his throat.

One of his hands carried a large glass of cold water, ready to talk to Gaston. His friend would surely judge him for this issue. Especially since he had feelings for Clara.

“Hufftt,”

Joe sat back in his chair while waiting for Gaston to come down. The silence in the room made Joe remember his behavior towards Clara since this morning, since the girl arrived at this house.

Pretending not to know her. Pretending not to remember. Refusing, yelling, and hurting Clara, of course.

Joe’s eyes shifted to his right wrist; Gaston had been taking Clara to her room for a long time, but he hadn’t come down yet. The man took another gulp of cold water from his glass. Impatiently, Joe decided to walk up to the second floor.

He stepped slowly, going up step by step. And finally, he arrived at the top of the stairs.

Degh!

Joe’s suspicious eyes stared at Clara’s closed door. What were they doing inside? It had been more than fifteen minutes. Gaston was still inside Clara’s room.

Joe’s mind wandered. Could it be that Gaston was doing something to Clara, like himself, who sometimes sneakily entered the girl’s room for a strawberry-flavored kiss.

“No!” Joe muttered, shaking his head. He hesitated to barge into Clara’s room. Finally, he decided to wait for Gaston while sitting in the living room.

Joe tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. Avoiding bad assumptions because Gaston was still in Clara’s room.

However, after almost ten minutes of sitting and no signs of Gaston coming out of Clara’s room, Joe took the initiative to knock on the door. He took a long breath, preparing himself for what he would see.

Joe stood in front of the door.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

“Gaston, are you in there? Let’s talk now!” Joe requested. His tone sounded loud. As loud as his backbone hitting Clara’s door. Or rather, Gaston.

==❤==

Inside Clara’s room.

“Clara!”

“Yes, doctor!”

“If Joe rejects you, will your heart’s door open for me?” Gaston asked.

“Why is the doctor asking like that?” instead of answering, Clara asked back.

“Actually, when I was in a coma, Grandfather Lim asked me to take you away from Joe!” Gaston stopped his speech. “I could have taken you from Joe, but after thinking about it again, what’s most important now is your happiness. So, I make sure this time, Joe will beg and fight for you, Clara!” he said with such confidence.

“Thank you again, doctor!”

Gaston nodded and waited for Joe to knock on the door again.

“Doctor! What if Uncle Joe doesn’t knock on the door?” Clara asked.

And…

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

The door was heard being knocked loudly.

Gaston smiled at Clara. “Do you hear that!”

Clara returned the doctor’s smile.

Gaston’s lips closed. He took a deep breath before standing up and walking towards the door.

Before opening the door, Gaston tousled his hair and intentionally unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt.

He was ready to open the door.

To be continued.