Broken Engagement His Uncle's Bride (Serena and Trevor) novel Chapter 6

Serena stood at the front gates, waiting for an Uber to accept her request.

The neighborhood was far from downtown, so it took a full ten minutes before a car finally arrived.

But unbeknownst to her, this whole time, a Maybach hid in the shadows of the night.

Sebastian glanced at his watch. "She just got home—and now she's heading out again?"

…

It wasn't until Serena collapsed onto the bed in her 1,000 square feet apartment that she finally felt like she had come back to life.

She checked her bank balance—she was just a little short of being able to buy the place outright.

After college, she had mostly lived alone in rented apartments. Donald had never withheld her tuition, but from the moment she came of age, she had already made up her mind to leave home.

The Steeles no longer felt like a place she belonged. And to Donald, she was nothing more than a pawn he could move around when needed. If she truly wanted to break off the engagement with Trevor, her relationship with her father would inevitably become irreparable.

Gradually, Serena drifted into a deep sleep, enveloped in such thoughts.

…

At 5 p.m., after leaving the courthouse in her black suit and seeing her client off, Serena received a call from her father.

"Rena, bring Trevor home for dinner tonight," Donald said. "Yvonne made your favorite dishes. Come back early."

Serena hung up and let out a quiet scoff. There was no way she was calling Trevor. If so, she might as well go back and make things clear in person.

"You're back, Ms. Steele," Sherry said. She had been the family's longtime housekeeper. She was also the only one who still insisted on calling Serena "Ms. Steele"—and every time she did, Kyana would shoot her a glare.

"Sherry, I brought you some almond shortbread from Southridge Road. You love them, don't you?"

"Thank you, Ms. Steele. You're always so kind to me. If only your mother were still around."

Serena smiled and patted her shoulder. "Don't say that. If they hear you, they'll make things difficult for you again."

She walked into the foyer in her work suit, and Donald's expression darkened slightly. "Why didn't you change before coming back?"

He had never liked his eldest daughter's profession—arguing cases for a living didn't strike him as ladylike at all.

"Didn't you tell me to come back early?"

"Go wash your hands first. Trevor's already here."

Serena frowned faintly and turned toward the living room, where she saw the man sitting on the couch.

"Why are you here?"

She hadn't called Trevor at all. There was no reason for him to show up unannounced.

"I phoned Trevor, telling him to come," Donald said, shooting his daughter a glare before quickly switching to a courteous smile. "Don't take it to heart, Trevor. Serena speaks without thinking—she's always been blunt and careless."

Trevor's lips curved slightly. "That's exactly what I like about Rena, Mr. Steele."

"Ugh."

Serena hadn't meant to react—it was genuine nausea.

Donald's face darkened. "Where are your manners?"

Serena tugged lightly at the corner of her lips. "You guys go ahead and eat. What I had this morning hasn't even digested yet—I can't manage dinner."

With that, she really did head back to her room. However, the moment she pushed the door open, a stack of boxes behind it toppled over.

Her gaze sank as she swept her eyes over them—large and small delivery boxes, some opened, some still sealed. Her bedroom in this house had practically turned into a storage room.

"Oh—Serena, why didn't you say anything before barging into my room?"

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