Wedding Dress Betrayal Finding Love With His Uncle novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Can’t Give It To You

When Britney woke up, her head was kinda swimmy. She had no idea how much she’d drunk last night or how she’d even made it back to her room. All she knew was that the vibe was good, and everyone had been buzzed. Nelson was loud and childlike, Benjamin was a polite gentleman, and Camren, though usually serious, was surprisingly chill, letting everyone goof off…

Britney vaguely remembered Amaya hugging her after getting drunk, mumbling something in her ear, but it

was all a blur now.

Britney rubbed her head and sat up. She was used to Camren being an early bird; he always seemed

swamped, never catching a break. But when she went downstairs, she found him on the couch, across from

Nelson, who was practically melted into the sofa…

He wasn’t at work?

“Hey, sis–in–law, you finally came down!” Nelson perked right up like he’d chugged an energy drink the moment

he saw Britney, his eyes scanning her with a knowing look. He blinked. “Sleep well last night?”

Britney felt super awkward under his stare and instinctively nodded. She’d slept great, really sound, didn’t

even dream.

“Really?” Nelson asked, then frowned, muttering under his breath, “Nah, that can’t be right. There’s no way

Liam wouldn’t be… *able* to.”

“What?” Britney hadn’t quite caught that, nor did she understand.

“Well, it’s just…” Nelson didn’t get to finish his sentence before Camren zapped him with the tablet in his

hand. “Not gonna scram?”

Nelson quickly intercepted it. “No way, I’m on my honeymoon leave! Why are you kicking me out?”

*** got married, *you’re* on honeymoon leave?” Camren raised an eyebrow.

Nelson nodded, completely unapologetically. Benjamin had dragged him out of bed that morning. They’d initially planned to leave, but then they saw something wild: Camren boiling a hangover cure in the kitchen. In the old days, whenever they got wasted, Camren wouldn’t even glance their way. So, it was pretty obvious who the hangover soup was for. Nelson promptly decided to stick around and see just how different the usually absterious Camren would be after tying the knot.

Nelson crossed his legs, totally righteous. “Why not?” It was his company, after all. What he said, went.

Camren shot Nelson a chilly look. “I’ve got coffee with Mr. Perkins in a few days. I’ll ask him about it then.”

“No way, Liam, you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” Nelson’s face fell immediately.

Camren didn’t say anything, just glanced toward the front door.

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“Fine, fine, I’m going.” Nelson gritted his teeth, waving to Britney. “See ya, sis–in–law! We’ll catch up another

time!”

Britney chuckled, watching Nelson’s reluctant exit. Camren got up and walked over to Britney.

“Don’t you have to go to work?” Britney asked, confused.

“Nope.” Camren handed her the cooled hangover tea. “Honeymoon leave.”

“Cough, cough…” Britney nearly spit out the hangover tea she’d just sipped. The tea got caught in her throat, neither going down nor coming up, and her face flushed instantly. A large hand gently rubbed her back, and

it took a moment for her to recover. Then she heard Camren ask softere do you want to go for our

honeymoon?”

“Huh?” Britney was glad she hadn’t taken another sip of the tea. They were just in a business marriage, did

Did he even have time for a honeymoon?

they really need a honeymoon? And wasn’t Camren super busy?

“Can I ask how much money you make in a day?”

“I’ve never really counted,” Camren answered honestly.

“Like, tens of millions?” Cauldron Group’s stock had been consistently riding rally limits for ages. Besides that, Camren had a ton of investments, including but certainly not limited to film, tourism, resource

integration, and so on. Plus, he’d bought a few plots of land and farmland, all of which were increasing in

value. So to truly calculate his daily profits, you’d need someone way more professional.

“Do you want me to have someone put together a report for you?”

“No, no, no…” Britney waved her hands frantically. “It’s fine.” Seriously, what would she do with all of Camren’s

businesses? She could already imagine the endless strings of numbers, probably more sleep–inducing than

an advanced math textbook. She’d just woken up; she really couldn’t handle all that.

“I don’t think we need to go on a honeymoon. You just do your thing.” Tens of millions a day? Britney felt like she couldn’t possibly measure up to that.

Camren frowned slightly but didn’t push it. “Let’s eat first.”

“Okay, have you eaten?”

“No.”

Britney checked the time; it was already past ten. Based on Camren’s routine, he usually got up at 6:30 for a morning run, showered by 7:30, and had breakfast. Was he waiting for her?

“You…”

Just then, a housemaid walked in, carrying a large box. “Mr. Lewis, someone sent something over for you.”

Camren placed a cup of warm milk in front of Britney, guided her to sit down, then looked up and gestured for

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the housemaid to open the box. Britney picked up her chopsticks, about to dig into breakfast, when her eyes caught sight of what was inside the box. Her expression stiffened, and she gripped her chopsticks tightly.

It was a circular fan, one Britney had made herself for her wedding with Ryan. The few characters on it were her own design, painstakingly crafted stitch by stitch with incredibly fine gold thread using traditional filigree work. Making this fan was complex and time–consuming; Britney had pricked her fingers countless times for it. She now remembered making the fan specifically to go with the traditional Chinese qipao Ryan had picked out for her. Ryan had said that the Lewis family was a big deal, and after the wedding, she’d need to bow to many elders, so a Chinese qipao would be more fitting…

After witnessing the betrayal firsthand, Britney had no idea where she’d tossed the fan. Later, she’d even escaped the Simpson house by jumping out a window, completely forgetting to specifically deal with the fan. She never expected to see it again, especially not under these circumstances. And delivered right into Camren’s hands, no less. Britney didn’t need to guess who sent it. Skylar was still the same, always trying to ruin anything good Britney might have.

Britney’s hands tightened around the bowl. And she had never been a match for Skylar. What if Camren…

“Nice craftsmanship.”

What?

Britney looked up at Camren, completely surprised. He had pulled out the fan, examining it as meticulously as if it were a work of art. “You leaving Cauldron Group was a loss for them.”

Camren didn’t even ask anything? He just…

Camren placed the fan back in the box, then looked at Britney. “Can I have this?”

Britney paused for a moment, then slowly loosened her grip and stood up. She looked at Camren seriously.

“You can’t have this.”

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