My Handsome Uncle, Please Be Mine!

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“Yes, Clara, I was looking for you,” Joe replied. He kissed Clara. Starting from her forehead, then her eyelids, moving down to her left cheek and then to her right. Then, he gazed longingly at Clara’s lips.

Relieved, it turned out Gaston had never kissed Clara.

“Uncle…,” Clara’s words halted as Joe kissed her eagerly. Long, gradual, and deep.

While embracing her, Joe continued to kiss Clara. Hundreds of kisses felt insufficient to make up for the month after he woke up from his coma. If he remembered correctly, he missed Clara every day. Morning, noon, and night. Clara, Clara, and Clara.

Slowly, Joe released his kiss. He gazed at Clara’s face carefully. Their gazes met each other.

“Clara Rusadi Lim, I apologize for all my mistakes towards you. Firstly, for not telling you when I woke up, and secondly, for pretending to have amnesia,” Joe confessed. With his right hand, he brushed Clara’s hair behind her ear, then cupped her beautiful face. “I missed you so much, Clara, I missed you so much!” he said incessantly, never stopping looking at Clara.

Silence. Clara’s heart was pounding. Her love for Joe Sebastian grew stronger every day.

“Come on, we need to talk!” Joe invited, leading Clara out of the library.

“Where are we going, Uncle?” Clara asked.

“To my room!” Joe explained.

“What for?”

“Just to my room, sleep in my room, we need to talk!” Joe said, tightly gripping Clara’s hand as he led her to his room.

The door opened. After they were both in the same room, Joe closed the door and locked it.

“Just a moment, Uncle, didn’t you say you wanted to rest earlier?” Clara asked, recalling the conversation with Dr. Gaston.

“Yes, Clara, that was just an excuse to get Gaston out of my house quickly, why?” Joe asked, feeling sentimental at the mention of Gaston’s name. “Wait, Clara, what were you doing alone with Dr. Gaston in the room? What were you doing?” Joe asked. He walked forward, making Clara keep walking backwards until she couldn’t move anymore, blocked by the wall behind her.

Joe’s hands locked Clara in his grasp. Clara’s frightened face made him very happy.

“Tell me, Clara, what were you doing? Hugging? Holding hands? Or did I see lipstick marks on Gaston’s lips, were you kissing him?! How could you, Clara? What do you mean by saying you love me, but you let someone else enjoy my strawberry lips!” Joe accused teasingly. Their faces were close, almost touching. Their eyes met, competing for oxygen. Clara’s heart felt like it was about to explode, torn between fear and nervousness.

“I didn’t do anything with Dr. Gaston, Uncle, didn’t he explain? I really didn’t do anything!” Clara defended herself, telling the truth.

“Really?”

Clara nodded weakly.

“Okay, Clara, I believe you!”

Smack.

Another kiss landed on Clara’s lips. Long and deep.

Joe guided Clara to the bed.

“That’s enough, Uncle, don’t go any further than this!” Clara whispered.

“What do you mean?” Joe asked.

“Well…,” Clara didn’t answer.

Joe gently pushed Clara’s body until she lay down on the bed. His manly spirit began to rise. Somehow, Clara’s position was now beneath Joe’s body.

He dominated and controlled Clara’s petite body.

For a long time, Joe observed Clara, her eyes tightly shut in fear.

Smack.

Joe kissed her lips again.

“Uncle…,” Clara whispered a warning.

“Open your eyes, Clara, relax, I won’t do that!” Joe said, moving to the side. Now they were lying side by side.

“Clara, will you marry me?” Joe asked.

“Yes, Uncle, I want to marry you!” Clara replied. Slowly, her heartbeat returned to normal.

“But I can’t wait long, Clara, I’m a widower and I need a wife, not just any wife, but a good mother for my child!” Joe said.

“Let’s elope, Uncle,” Clara suggested.

“Do you really not want to study in London like your parents?” Joe asked.

“I can study anywhere, Uncle, not necessarily in London, right?” Clara suggested, starting to feel comfortable with the conversation with Joe.

“Do you want to study or marry me?” Joe changed his body position, facing Clara.

“Both, Uncle, I want to marry you and also want to study,” Clara replied.

“Okay, tomorrow we’ll go to Singapore, I’ll ask for your grandfather’s blessing!” Joe said. His tone sounded casual, but his heart wasn’t. There was a mixture of fear and determination.

“Really?” Clara asked, almost jumping for joy.

“Of course!” Joe pinched Clara’s nose playfully. “Go to sleep!” he commanded.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Clara nodded and closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

Joe spread the blanket, covering Clara’s body.

“Relax, I won’t do anything!” Joe said. Standing tall, but not in fairness.

It’s quite difficult for a widower, especially when there’s a beautiful girl sleeping next to him. Tonight, Joe really struggled hard to control his desires.

==❤==

Zio let out a long breath. What he had just heard needed to be reported to Mr. Lim immediately. The voice recorder he installed on Clara’s phone proved to be useful, providing a lot of information.

With his right hand, Zio reached for the phone on the nightstand. Then, he dialed Mr. Lim’s number. Regardless of the time showing past nine in the evening.

The call connected.

“Hello,” the voice on the other end sounded hoarse.

“Hello, Mr. Lim, sorry to disturb, I just wanted to inform you about something regarding Miss Clara,” he said.

“What’s going on with Clara?!” Freedy Lim asked.

“It seems like you’ll have a visitor tomorrow, Mr. Sebastian is coming to Singapore and will ask for your blessing, Sir!” Zio exclaimed.

“Asking for my blessing? What does that mean? Doesn’t Clara want to study in London?!” the middle-aged man’s voice sounded disappointed.

“Yes, from the voice recordings I installed on Miss Clara’s phone, I don’t think Mrs. Margaret is entirely enthusiastic about Miss Clara becoming the main heir,” Zio revealed.

“What else did you hear?” Freedy Lim inquired.

“Miss Clara, she seems to really like Joe Sebastian, Sir!” he replied.

“What about Gaston?” Freedy Lim remembered one name he trusted.

“Doctor Gaston, he supports Joe and Clara, I think what matters most to him is Clara’s happiness,” he said.

“Okay!”

Click. Freddy Lim ended the phone call abruptly.

To Be Continued.