Caged By My Devil Uncle

When I came up just now it was still sunny, and in the twinkling of an eye it was raining cats and dogs.

The Restaurant is a secret posh restaurant in a remote area and most of the customers drive to eat in this area, and there are very few taxis.

My body was soon soaked from the heavy rain, taxi, taxi, come quickly…. I continued to pray in my heart.

A maibakh stopped in front of me, and the man in the car was the man I most wanted to escape.

Am I entangled with these uncles in my life? I wanted to escape Warren, and now I run into Kenneth again.

“Get in the car.”

“I am waiting for a cab, uncle, you go first.” I refused repeatedly.

“Say it again, get in the car.” There was an icy chill in Kenneth’s voice.

“Oh.” I climbed into the car spinelessly.

Originally, I was very sorry that the water on my body would wet his car. I had not counted on him throwing a dress over my face as I got into the car.

My skirt got wet from the rain and it’s extremely cold when I get into the air-conditioned car, so I did not refuse those clothes.

“Uncle, thank you….”

Although this person is arrogant, he always shows up when I need help.

“You do not even want to see the weather forecast when you go out?” Kenneth’s cold voice came.

“I left in a hurry this time.” The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. If I knew the madman had come to me to talk nonsense. Then I would not have come at all. I’d been splashed with coffee and now I was standing in the rain.

I cringe motionless in the corner, my period has just come, today I have been uncomfortable all day, just caught in the rain, now my abdomen is extremely painful.

Kenneth looks at me frowning, “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“No, nothing.” How dare I say such a thing?

“Your face is so distorted and you still say it’s nothing.” He took me in his arms and looked closely at my body.

“Uncle, do not touch me or you’ll get wet.” I felt a little embarrassed.

“I’d rather get you wet than you get me wet.” Kenneth said to me with deep eyes.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Uncle, you are dirty….” I was embarrassed to plunge my head into his arms. This man is occasionally overbearing, but sometimes that’s a good thing.

If it was not for him this time, I do not know how long I’d last in the heavy rain.

“Tell me, where do you feel uncomfortable?” His tone softened as well.

“It’s just that my stomach hurts a little.”

“I’ll take you to the hospital right away.” He said with a serious expression.

I bit my lip, blushed and said, “Uncle, no, I am fine, really fine, this is a normal occurrence.”

“Is a stomach ache and you are still normal?” Kenneth obviously did not get it.

I blushed and did not know how to explain it to him. The driver could not hear it anymore. “Cough, Master, what the miss said was supposed to be menstrual dysmenorrhea. A lot of women have pain when they get their periods.”

Last night we could not have sex because I was on my period. Kenneth responded and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his handsome face.

At this point, the atmosphere in the car was very uncomfortable. I tried to pull out of his arms, but my hands were wrapped so tightly around my waist.

The car stopped steadily. “Uncle, thank you for sending me….” I looked up and saw that this was not my basement.

In the misty rain, I could still see the outline of the European-style mansion. “This is not my home.”

“Not in the past, but in the future.” Kenneth stood up with me in his arms.

The driver quickly got out to hold an umbrella for me and him, and I snuggled into his arms. “Uncle, I can walk on my own.”

Kenneth’s pov

I ignored her fidgeting and carried her straight back to my room.

“Wash up first and make sure you do not catch a cold.”

“That…. can my uncle prepare clothes and pads for me?” she asked cautiously.

“Hmm.” I turned out the door to look for the maid to prepare clothes for her and asked the maid, “What should a woman do for dysmenorrhea?”

“Boiling water with ginger and brown sugar can ease the pain, and you can put a bag of hot water on your stomach.”

“Women are really troublesome. Send her some clothes.”

“Yes, master.”

Chris’s Pov

After taking a hot bath, I felt much more comfortable and there was a knock at the door. “Miss, there are no women’s clothes in the villa for now. The young master has already ordered them, and the clothes will be delivered shortly. You should put on the young master’s pajamas first. These are the underwear I bought earlier. Please use them first.”

“Your young master has never brought a woman before?” I was a bit mistaken , thinking that the man was a typical playboy, did not expect to find even women’s clothes in the mansion.

“You are the first woman the young master brought back.” The maid looked at me and said.

“OK, thank you.” I quickly changed my clothes, but when I heard that I was the first, I felt something strange in my heart.

The door was pushed open again and a hot water bottle was thrown at me. “Cover your stomach with this.”

Before I could respond, a bowl of brown sugar water was placed in front of me. “Drink it.”

“Uncle, this is….”

“It will not hurt if you drink your stomach.”

“Did you cook this?” My wide eyes swept over his face. Really?

Kenneth’s point of view

“How can I do such a thing? The servant cooked it. Drink it quickly.” I said angrily, but I held my hand with the band-aid on my back. I just cut my finger = when I improperly cut the ginger.

If Chris found out about this she would laugh her ass off, and I can not make a little thing like this okay.

“Oh.” Chris took the sugar water and drank it.

“Does it taste good?” I asked. Even though I strictly follow the maid’s instructions, I am still afraid of doing something wrong.

“Well, it’s not bad. It’s better than my own cooking.” Chris commented, “After drinking it, my body is warm.”

Hearing that, the wrinkles between my eyebrows slowly loosened. “Take a break and have dinner.”

“Fine.”

I left the room with an expressionless face, but I pulled the corners of my mouth up where Chris could not see them.

It’s a good thing she likes it.