Marry My Ex’s Uncle After Rebirth by Agatha Barney

The birthday party unexpectedly concluded with Florence digging her own grave

The Jimenez family reviewed the surveillance footage from the banquet hall and discovered that Florence had entered with an invitation, Amelia Gresley, the Gresley family’s youngest daughter, confirmed that she had lost her invitation. She admitted to bringing it to the bar to show off to her friends, but it went missing shortly after

Matthew was suspicious, fearing Amelia and Florence were conspiring together. Therefore, he also reviewed the bar’s surveillance footage. The footage was quite clear, showing Florence stealing the invitation while Amelia and others were on the dance floor

Florence’s presence at the birthday party was unexpected, but her ability to publicly broadcast the video indicated that she had someone to do her bidding

A waiter from the hotel had gone missing after the incident, and the Jimenez family was diligently searching for him, confident they would find him soon.

Matthew promised Vincent that he would use all of the Jimenez family’s connections to find both the missing waiter and Florence.

After bidding farewell to the Jimenez family, Vincent and Stephanie escorted Christina back home before returning to their condominium.

They had not been to Tranquil Garden in a while, preferring to spend time with just the two of them.

That night, Vincent inevitably had a few drinks.

Though not excessive, Stephanie still prepared some pear juice for him.

It had a nice combination of sweet and sour flavors.

After drinking it, Vincent set the glass down on the coffee table and pulled Stephanie into his arms.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked

Stephanie leaned against his chest. “I just find it amazing how Florence managed to track down those individuals involved in the past.”

Vincent chuckled. “Well, where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Sensing the slyness in his laughter, she suddenly sat up and looked at him. “Does it have anything to do with you? You have been looking for these people for a while now, and you should have found some leads. However, you never mentioned anything to me.”

Vincent reached out and gently caressed her cheek. “Are you satisfied with the outcome? Not only has it cleared your name, but it has also revealed Florence as the mastermind behind everything, including the arson.”

Stephanie widened her eyes in astonishment. “So, it was you who recorded the video?”

“Yes, after finding those individuals, I had someone record the video and send it to Florence. Naturally, Florence wanted to ruin you after she saw the video, but she needed a suitable occasion to play it. Mrs. Jimenez’s birthday party was the perfect opportunity, especially since you had presented those two paintings to her at the auction, which would have gained the Jimenez family’s attention. The more dazzling you appeared, the more Florence hated you, and she would go to great lengths to destroy you!” Vincent said, enunciating each word carefully.

It never occurred to Stephanie that Vincent was behind all that. No wonder he was not particularly angry when the accident occurred. “What a sly fox,” Stephanie mused.

“But I feel sorry for ruining Mrs. Jimenez’s birthday party,” she remarked.

Vincent smiled, “Well, we’ll just have to apologize to them. If you feel guilty about it, you can visit Mrs. Jimenez when you have the chance.”

Stephanie nodded. “You have a good impression of the Jimenez family, don’t you?”

“Anyone who treats you well, I will treat them well too. As for those who treat you poorly, I’ll make them suffer,” he replied.

Stephanie’s eyes gleamed, “Vincent, since you suspected that Florence would do something, did you s

send someone to follow her?”

Vincent nodded. “Of course.”

“So, Stephanie was able to enter the hotel just as the Jimenez family deduced? the inquired.

With a nod, Vincent explained, “Yes. However, my subordinate couldn’t enter the hotel without an invitation, so once Florence entered, we lost track of her. She managed to evade surveillance, which, given her lack of intelligence, suggests she may have someone advising her from behind the scenes”

“Where is she now?” Stephanie

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“Hiding in a hotel,” he answered.

“You’re not capturing her because you want to know who’s the mastermind, right?” she in

inquired.

Vincent pinched her cheek. “Indeed. I want to find out if someone is helping her and what their ultimate goal is. Stephie…

“What?” Stephanie inquired.

“Stay away from Megan,” he advised.

Perplexed, she asked, “Why?”

“She is not the biological daughter of the Jimenez family, and now that you have gained Mrs. Jimenez’s favor, she may be envious of you,” he explained.

Stephanie nodded. “You’re right. I understand.”

Suddenly, Vincent changed the subject. “Stephie, I’m hungry.”

Stephanie remembered that Vincent did not eat much that night, only drinking a little alcohol.

She suggested “I can cook

can cook you some pasta. Or would you like some takeout? M

Mmmph!”

Vincent kissed her lips and prevented her from talking.

Then, he lifted her slender legs to rest on his waist, his hands lifting the white nightgown to her waist, grasping her waist.

After kissing her neck, he brushed his lips against her earlobe and murmured, “Stephie, help me unbutton.”

Enchanted, she slowly began to undo the buttons of his pajamas one by one.

It was said that a woman’s collarbone was alluringly sex

s**y, and so was a man’s. With her fingertips, she pushed away the pajamas on one side of his shoulder, revealing his attractive shoulder line. His delicate collarbone was eye-catching

Leaning back against the couch’s backrest, Vincent tilted his chin upward, his lips radiating temptation and seducing her.

They were in an intimate posture, so she easily sensed the changes in him.

“Stephic, let’s do it,” he said.

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“We don’t have it… Stephanie bit her lip.

Vincent smiled and held a small square box in his hand. 1 brought it.”

“When did you?” Stephanie was surprised.

“While you were preparing the pear juice,” he answered.

“You planned this all along!” she exclaimed.

“It’s premeditated.” He gazed at her.

Being stared at by him, Stephanie lowered her gaze with embarrassment.

Her fingertips went down his abdominal muscles inside his pajamas.

Taking advantage of their position, Vincent began to make his move.

With her hands on his shoulders and her graceful neck arching backward, her lips parted slightly as she moaned.

He kissed the sweat on her neck and asked, “Babe, am-

Covering his mouth, Stephanie warned, “Don’t talk.”

The sensation of his lips against her palm made Stephanie’s heart flutter. She quickly withdrew her hand. “I need to go take a shower.”

However, Vincent held her tightly, his gaze unwavering. “Stephie, let’s go for one last time.”

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Stephanie was about to say that she had to go to the design studio the next day to work on sketches. She had promised Madeline to make a rough sketch for her dress.

Nevertheless, Vincent didn’t give her any chance to speak, pressing her onto the couch.

Interrupted by him, she could only drown in ecstasy,

Eventually, she fell asleep, unaware of Vincent cleaning her body and drying her hair afterward.

In the early morning, when she woke up, Vincent was nowhere to be seen.

After washing up, she went to the kitchen and saw Vincent frying eggs.

She approached him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his back.

Looking at her slender hands around her waist, Vincent smiled. “Up so early? It seems like you’re not tired at all.”

“I’m so tired. I can barely open my eyes now,” she responded.

Vincent turned off the stove and turned around. “How about I accompany you back to bed?”

“No!” she yelled.

“Look how scared you are. Let’s get breakfast ready.” Vincent kissed her forehead.

“Okay,” she replied.

Stephanie helped Vincent bring the fried eggs and sausages to the table.

Meanwhile, Vincent brought bread slices, salad dressing, tomato slices, and lettuce to make sandwiches for her,

As he handed her the sandwich, he said, “Last night, Florence took a black bag from under Sunshine Bridge. I thought she would leave Jacaster, but she ended up renting a small condominium. It seems someone is indeed supporting her.”