Caged By My Devil Uncle

Chris’s point of view

After Warren left, I took a copious bath and got ready to go to bed early. The doors and windows were locked tight, and I was confident that I would be safe tonight.

Warren should have gone to his sweetheart by now, I should be going to bed as well.

Kenneth’s povNôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Sir, as you expected, Warren has left and I am afraid he will not be back tonight. Miss Chris has locked the doors and windows from the inside.” Hearing Cliff’s report, I gently shook my wine glass in my hand

“Go downstairs and tell Chris. I’ll be waiting for her in my room at eleven.”

“I am afraid Miss Chris will not come. I think she is afraid of you.”

“If she does not come, just tell her that I am going to announce our relationship and she should take care of it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Chris’ Pov

I turned off the light and went to bed. Thereupon there was a knock at the door. Cautiously I asked, “Who?”

Cliff’s voice sounded outside the door, “Miss Chris, the master asked you to go to his room at eleven of the clock.”

“What! I am not going.” Does this psycho think I am that stupid?

“He said if you didn’t go he would tell the Wilson family about that night. I told you what he wanted me to tell them and I am leaving.” said Cliff, walking away quickly.

I was so scared that I was sweating and unconsciously pacing around the room. What was I supposed to do? Kenneth must have known about Warren’s departure.

If I went into his room now, would not that be like a sheep going into the tiger’s mouth?

Why has not his interest in me waned at all? The fucking online search answer is not right at all.

If I do not go, Kenneth might actually say it.

After all, his relationship with the Wilson family was not good. Even if it was said, I was in the wrong room that night and it was my fault.

It has been true since ancient times that a woman who makes a mistake takes on a greater guilt than a man. He cares not for his fame, for he was a 3S- level sentry and a man who is fabulously rich, others will only think that it is nothing and consider him attractive. This affair will just become an affair for him.

And I would be the woman who has no sense of shame. So what should I do?

When the time comes, thousands of people will point fingers at the Wilsons and the Whites. It’s a terrible thing to think about.

What am I supposed to do now? I stared at my phone, and time passed. It was already 10:50. Should I go there or not?

I have already walked around the room twenty times with ten minutes left.

The ringing of my cell phone made me fall to the floor, startled. Someone is going to call me at this hour.

A strange call throbs on the screen. I am furious, then I pick up the phone and yell, “I am not buying insurance, I am not borrowing money, I am not decorating the house….”

“Woman, you have ten minutes left.” Kenneth’s voice rang clearly in my ears, and my face darkened.

“Yes, you are!” I am so nervous I bite my tongue.

“It’s me.”

I smooth out the inner turmoil, “Uncle, I beg you to let me go?”

“I said I will not let go until I have had enough of you.”

I want to cry without shedding tears, I regret it! Why did I go to the wrong room that night, mistaking the third floor for the second!

Then the man said bluntly, “You have nine minutes left. If you do not come, you’ll be waiting for the Wilson family and the White family to find out everything in the morning.”

“There will be no good reputation for you if things come out.” I gathered my courage and said.

“Oh, do you think I care for fame? All you have to do is tell me whether you are coming or not.” Kenneth’s voice suddenly cooled.

“I…. will come!” I grit my teeth, after all it’s not the first time, besides he’s so handsome, or a 3S class sentinel, I am not suffering.

I opened the door like a thief and looked out. It was already dark inside the mansion, and everyone was already asleep.

I did not dare to turn on the light and “felt” the stairs. The closer I got to the room, the faster my heart beat as if I was about to jump out.

When I reached the familiar room, I knocked on the door and opened it.

It was dark and I was ushered into the house before I could see clearly, just like that night. Again!

He sat me down on the soft bed, and I clutched his robe tightly.

“Uncle, I am uncomfortable today.” I lied, as long as he could let me go tonight.

“Hmm?” The man pulled my pajamas away and paused.

“Well, I have my period….” I could only imagine. I felt pain in my abdomen as I took a bath earlier, which is the precursor to any period.

“What is period?” Kenneth was confused.

Do I have to explain to him what period is? Doesn’t this man have any common sense at all?

“Just that every woman has them, once a month, seven days at a time,” I said, blushing.

Kenneth’s pov

When she said that, I immediately understood and replied in a cold voice. “If you dare lie to me, you will not get out of my bed for three days!”

I really wanted her when I was in the underground garage. What kind of torture was that when I had to hold back until now? Now she’s saying she’s on her damn period and being annoying!

“I did not.” Chris shivered in fear.

“How shy.” I snorted coldly.

“Can I go now then?”

“Close your eyes and go to sleep. If you do not want me to fuck you now, do not move,” I said angrily.