My Handsome Uncle, Please Be Mine!

Part 32.

In the morning, Vivian had asked for permission to take Kimmy to meet her grandparents from Vivian’s side. Joe agreed, he followed Mrs. Linn’s advice to place some trust in Vivian. After all, she was Kimmy Olivia’s biological mother.

Joe stepped out of his room. The house was very quiet. There was no sound of Kimmy or her parents.

Joe walked towards Clara’s room.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Clara!” Joe called softly.

“Yes,” Clara replied, already awake from her sleep. She had even taken a shower because her body had been sweating the night before.

The door opened.

“How are you?” Joe asked. He observed Clara from head to toe.

“I’m fine, Uncle,” Clara answered. “Where are we going this early?” she added.

“I’m taking you out for breakfast and then to see Doctor Gaston!” Joe replied.

“Is Uncle sick?” Clara inquired. The man in front of her looked very fit.

“I just want to see him!” Joe answered, intentionally not revealing the real reason. There was no way he could tell Clara that he wanted to consult with Doctor Gaston about what Clara had taken last night. The girl would surely refuse.

“What about Kimmy and Aunt Vivian?” Clara asked. She was afraid to go alone with the man.

“They are out together,” Joe replied. “Vivian’s parents want to meet Kimmy,” he added.

“Okay, but isn’t Uncle going to work?” Clara asked again.

“I can come later in the day. I’ve canceled all my appointments until noon!” Joe said. “Are you ready?” Joe stared at Clara closely. The girl was wearing a light blue dress, with a hair clip to adorn her beautiful black hair.

“Yes, Uncle, I’m ready!” Clara replied enthusiastically. She went into her room to grab her shoulder bag and locked the door.

Joe stood at the top of the stairs. When Clara joined him, he reached for her hand and held it tightly.

Clara tried to resist. “Please, Uncle!”

“Don’t worry, there’s no one else in the house!” Joe replied, grabbing Clara’s waist and walking down the stairs together.

“But… Uncle!” Clara protested. Even though Kimmy and Aunt Vivian were not there, there were still servants in the house. “I’m embarrassed!” Clara whispered.

“What? You’re embarrassed? You’re embarrassed to be my girlfriend? Really, Clara!” Now it was Joe’s turn to protest.

“That’s not it, Uncle, I’m just afraid they’ll report to Mrs. Linn or Mr. Bond!” Clara replied.

“Emmm… let’s go!” They both arrived at the garage. Joe chose his McLaren car. He sat behind the wheel, while Clara sat next to him.

“Have you known Doctor Gaston for a long time, Uncle Joe?” Clara asked, glancing at Joe. He still looked very handsome.

“Yes, I’ve known him since high school; we went to the same school. When we went to college, I chose to study in England, and he chose to study at the State University in Jakarta!” Joe explained. He focused on driving, occasionally glancing at Clara.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Uncle?” Clara asked. Joe rarely looked at her so intensely and for so long, especially with a suspicious smile at the end.

“No…” Uncle replied, hiding his smile.

“Why, Uncle? Is there something wrong with my face?” Clara asked. She examined her face on her phone screen. It was still beautiful and flawless.

“Do you really like my lips that much, Clara?” Joe said with a flat expression. “Why were you so enthusiastic about kissing me last night! Now you’re starting to be brave!” He shook his head while chuckling.

Clara sighed in frustration. She covered her face with both hands. “Uncle, please, let’s not talk about that, I’m embarrassed!” Clara recalled the events of last night.

“Alright, sweetheart!” Joe replied softly.

He looked at Clara. She was young, beautiful, and smart. Surely many would like her. For a moment, Joe thought about marrying Clara as soon as possible. Four years, waiting for the girl to get her bachelor’s degree. It wasn’t easy. Yes, what happened last night. If Joe hadn’t left Clara’s room promptly, things that had only existed in his imagination might have happened.

“Clara, after thinking about it, I don’t think I can wait any longer!” Joe said.

“Wait for what, Uncle?” Clara asked, trying to stay positive.

“What if we get married soon, in a month or two? I’ll talk to Mom and Dad to make them understand!” Joe suggested.

“Is Uncle ready already?” Clara inquired again. Actually, she should ask herself that question.

“I’m ready, I have a job, and I really want to marry you!” Joe said with a flat expression, as if it were something he talked about often. “What about you, Clara, are you ready?” Joe asked back.

Clara’s throat tightened. She couldn’t refuse. But she wasn’t ready either. There was one thing she hadn’t achieved yet. She wanted to find her family on her mom’s side who lived in England.

“After we get married, can I still go to college?” Clara whispered.

“Of course, you can go to college, and you can choose where to live!” Joe replied.

“Will we also have children?” the girl asked hesitantly.

This time, Joe didn’t answer because they had arrived at Doctor Gaston’s new clinic. Usually, before starting his hospital rounds, he would practice at the clinic from six to seven in the morning. Especially this morning, he limited his patients due to Joe’s arrival. Joe got out of his car and opened the door for Clara. His hand once again reached for the seventeen-year-old girl’s fingers.

“Uncle!” Clara pulled her hand back. “This is in public!” she added.

Joe nodded understandingly and walked ahead.

“Where is Doctor Gaston?” Joe asked a female assistant.

“Doctor Gaston has been waiting for you since earlier, Mr. Joe, he’s in his office!” the woman replied.

Joe gestured for Clara to follow his steps. Clara tried to ignore the disapproving looks from the woman Joe had asked earlier. Uncle pushed the door handle and entered, followed closely by Clara.

“How are you!” greeted Doctor Gaston.

“I’m fine, how about you?” Joe asked back. He sat in a chair facing Doctor Gaston, while Clara sat beside him.

“I’m doing well!” the white-coated man replied. Then, he looked at the girl next to Joe. “Is she the girl you wanted to introduce to me the other day?” Doctor Gaston observed Clara. She still looked young and beautiful.

“Not her…” Joe’s sentence trailed off.

“Why is your life always surrounded by beautiful women? Spare one for me, pity your still single friend here!” the doctor complained. At 35, the same age as Joe, Doctor Gaston was still unmarried. He was still content with his bachelorhood and busy with his work, both at the hospital and in his private clinic.

“She’s Clara!” Joe insisted.

Silence. Doctor Gaston looked at the girl sitting next to Joe again.

“Clara, the middle school girl who lives in your house?” Doctor Gaston asked, still observing Clara. She was beautiful! Her flawless white skin, sharp nose, long eyelashes, and dimples. Beautiful and sweet.

“In a moment, she’ll be a college student!” Joe defended. He glanced at the girl briefly and then looked back at the white-coated man.

“You’re so beautiful, Clara. Do you already have a boyfriend?” Doctor Gaston reflexively asked.

Clara looked at Joe and then lowered her gaze. She didn’t know how to answer.

“Actually, last night Clara took an aphrodisiac!” Joe redirected the conversation. That was the purpose of coming here.

“What?” Doctor Gaston squinted. “What makes you such a jerk, Joe?” His friend shook his head in disbelief.

Clara remained silent. It turned out that Doctor Gaston and Uncle Joe were closer than she had thought. They talked casually, joked around, and gossiped.

“This is not what you think, Gaston!” Joe defended.

“Do you know, Clara, Joe never used to be close to women, he’s really a limited edition!” Doctor Gaston joked. “It seems like you’re wild now, Joe, giving that drug to Clara!” he chuckled.

“The story isn’t like that, doctor!” Clara explained. “I accidentally took it, Uncle Joe didn’t tell me to take it!” she added. Clara felt guilty for not explaining this to the doctor.

“Is the drug dangerous for Clara?” Joe asked seriously.

“What time did Clara take it?”

“Nine o’clock in the evening!” Clara replied.

“Usually, all drugs will still have an effect for 24 hours. How about you, is your heart still pounding fast?” Doctor Gaston asked carefully.

“No, doctor!”

“No, Clara, don’t worry, you’re not sick and nothing’s wrong!” he assured. He could see the worry in his friend’s eyes.

Joe looked at Clara. He felt relieved that his girl was okay.

“Uncle, I need to use the restroom!”

“Sure,” Clara stood up and left the doctor’s practice room. Now there were only the two men left.

“Is she special?” the doctor asked.

Joe nodded slowly.

“It seems like I’m not popular, you’ve almost been married twice, but me?!” the doctor complained.

“I’m not wrong to love her, am I?” Joe asked. Gaston was one of the people he trusted to talk about personal matters.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“You’re not wrong! Maybe it’s just the timing that’s wrong!” his friend replied.

“Why?”

“I think if you marry Clara, she’ll lose out. She’s young and beautiful, but she’ll end up with a widower husband!” Doctor Gaston shrugged, jokingly. “I think I’m more deserving of Clara than you are, Joe!” he added confidently.

“No way!” Joe replied, unwilling to accept it.

“Be honest, you chased after Clara until she agreed to be with you, right?” his friend accused. Still unwilling to accept that Joe and Clara liked each other.

“You’re wrong, she used to like me first, she begged and wanted me to reciprocate her love!” Joe replied confidently.

The door opened, and Clara returned from the restroom.

“I’m leaving now, okay!” Joe asked. He saw that it was almost seven o’clock on his watch. Doctor Gaston would soon leave for the hospital.

“Wait!”

“What now!” Joe turned with an annoyed look.

“Not you! But Clara!” he insisted.

“What’s wrong, doctor?” now Clara turned around.

“If you don’t like him anymore,” pointing to Joe, “I’m ready to replace him!” the doctor joked.

Clara smiled and then left the room.

==❤==

“Who is this?” the man in front of Vivian asked, looking at a photo of a woman. He scrutinized her face carefully.

“Her name is Clara,” Vivian replied. “I want her out of my daughter’s and ex-husband’s life!” she added.

“Do you want me to make her leave temporarily or permanently?” the man asked again.

Silence.

Vivian thought before answering.

To be continued.