Uncle's New Wife, Nephew's Regret (Serena and Trevor) novel Chapter 3

Serena arrived at the villa right on time, wearing a delicate lavender gown.

Her long, soft waves were tied back with a white ribbon, falling effortlessly down her back. Her skin was flawless and fair, her eyes sparkled with vitality, and her smile exuded warmth. Her features were striking and captivating, yet she carried an air of serene, unapproachable elegance.

The soft hue of her gown muted the sharpness of her features, just enough to soften her fierce edge.

Trevor had just opened his car door when he caught sight of her stepping into the courtyard.

It was the first time he had ever seen her in a dress. The form-fitting garment hugged every curve of her figure, making it impossible for him to look away.

Her beauty held a dangerous allure that sent a sharp thrill racing through him.

He frowned, his voice tight with tension. "Go upstairs and change immediately."

Serena chuckled softly. "And who, may I ask, gave you that order?"

"Tonight is Grandpa's birthday banquet. Wearing that…" he hesitated before continuing, "you'll draw far too much unwanted attention."

Serena glided toward the rear door. "Exactly. I want every eye on me. I'll save the boring look for your funeral."

"Serena." Trevor ground out her name.

Ignoring him, she slipped gracefully into the back seat.

He climbed into the driver's seat, his voice calm but unyielding. "Sit in the front. I'm not your chauffeur."

Her gaze flicked to a pearl earring on the front seat.

Her expression darkened. "No thanks. It's filthy. I'm not risking ruining my gown."

Trevor had no idea why she was being so obstinate; it seemed like she might be on her period, but that wasn't due until the end of the month.

Time was pressing.

As the eldest grandson, he couldn't risk being late.

...

When they pulled up to the venue, he stepped out of the car and offered her his arm.

Serena shot him a sharp, irritated glance—but tonight was Bryce's birthday.

And he was right; Bryce had backed their engagement more than anyone, and she couldn't humiliate him on his special night.

She pulled a silk scarf from her clutch, wrapped it neatly around her hand, then lifted her gaze, cool and composed. "Fine. Let's go."

That one small gesture made the vein in Trevor's temple pulse. "Serena, don't push your luck. Do you honestly think I'm that filthy?"

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she shrugged. "That obvious? I'll be more discreet next time."

…

The second they stepped into the banquet hall, every head turned.

Trevor looked as if he'd stepped straight off a fashion magazine page. Tall, lean, and poised, he commanded attention wherever he went.

His eyes glinted like starlight, his brows bold, his features sharply chiseled. A faint, cool smile softened the sharp lines of his face.

As the heir to Denton's most powerful family, he was a natural magnet for admirers.

His warm hand rested over hers through the silk scarf. "Stay here. I need to go greet Mr. Wright of Starhill Corporation. Keep yourself occupied for a moment."

Serena's lips twitched in a faint smirk, and she slipped her hand free effortlessly.

Her palm had grown damp beneath the scarf anyway.

Trevor's expression darkened faintly, but more important matters demanded his attention. He turned and strode off.

…

The second he was gone, whispers erupted and spread like wildfire.

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