Wedding Dress Betrayal Finding Love With His Uncle novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9: The Big Bow

Ryan found himself wanting to step back, but he held his ground. There wasn’t much of an age difference between him and his young uncle, but their status was worlds apart. Ryan was, at best, a distant relative of the Lewis family, while Camren was the rightful heir.

Even when the rest of the kids were still just messing around, Camren had already graduated college ahead of schedule. By the time they were all in university, his uncle was already propping up the entire Cauldron Group on his own. Everyone envied him but wouldn’t dare question him. They knew full well they didn’t have Camren’s smarts, and they instinctively feared him.

Every time they had those Lewis family dinners and were forced to sit together, it felt super awkward. That was just their innate deference to someone stronger. If his parents hadn’t drilled it into his head, Ryan wouldn’t have dared to make such a request in front of Camren.

Camren’s gaze was deep, seemingly casually sweeping over the box in lan’s hand. “Your wedding… is it still

on?”

“She’s just throwing a little fit, you know how girls can be. The wedding’s definitely still happening.” Ryan felt a little embarrassed and stepped to the side, blocking the big box from view. Britney was just being way too much. He’d already gone to her door to apologize, and she was still putting on this whole show, making them a laughingstock for no reason.

“Sorry you had to see that, Uncle. I’ll make sure to straighten her out when I get back. I’ll have her serve you tea at the wedding, so please do us the favor of attending.”

“Straighten her out?”

Ryan didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt a chill, and it was coming straight from Camren. Had he said something wrong to offend him?

“Uncle?”

“Fine.”

“What?” Ryan didn’t quite process it at first.

“I’ll definitely be there for the wedding. As Camren finished speaking, he was already heading toward the conference room.

Ryan touched his forehead. In just a few short sentences, a thin layer of sweat had already beaded on his skin. He wiped his forehead, then picked up his phone and dialed Britney’s number, but there was no answer. He tried again, still no answer.

“Britney Simpson!” Ryan’s face had already turned beet red.

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Meanwhile, Britney had no idea about Ryan’s anger. After taking her medicine, she’d fallen into a deep sleep and hadn’t heard her phone ring at all. When she woke up feeling thirsty and went downstairs for a glass of water, she was surprised to see a bunch of people already waiting.

“Ma’am, you’re awake?” Albert came forward to introduce them. “These are the designers Mr. Lewis arranged to take your wedding dress measurements.”

“How long have you been waiting?” Britney felt a little awkward and bent down to apologize. “Albert, why

didn’t you wake me up?”

Albert just smiled. Mr. Lewis had specifically called to say that Britney wasn’t fully recovered yet and needed

her rest. There was no way they’d dare wake her.

“We just got here a little while ago.” Linda, the designer, was pretty perceptive and skillfully changed the

subject. “We’ve also brought some design concepts that could match the theme of your and Mr. Lewis’s

wedding.”

“You can take a look and see if you like them. If you have any feedback, we can make adjustments right

away.”

“Okay…”

After Britney invited them to sit on the couch, she found out Camren had hired designers from a super high–end niche brand. She’d heard Skylar and Allison mention this brand before. Apparently, their designers were all top–tier talents in the industry, and every garment they created was custom–made by hand, truly one–of–a–kind. That’s why booking their clothes meant a long up for over a

waitlist, their orders often stacked

year, even for international celebrities.

Britney had no idea how Camren had managed to get their designers to come all the way to their house. Britney chatted with the designers for a long time, delighted to find their designs truly stunning. Every detail of the wedding dress was carefully considered. “Are the groom’s tuxedos just as particular?”

Linda, ever the professional, nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Then…” Since they were being so meticulous, shouldn’t she ask Camren for his opinion? After all, with their statuses, the wedding day would really be his domain.

Linda seemed to read Britney’s mind. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lewis already told us everything should be based on your preferences. The groom’s tuxedo will of course complement your main gown.”

Britney paused, remembering what Camren had said that morning before he left. He’d told her to consider her own preferences, and he’d actually been serious? It wasn’t just a polite formality? Camren really had thought of everything. Britney suddenly felt like being his wife would be a pretty chill experience. He wasn’t like the rigid, boring guy she’d imagined at all.

Britney smiled. “Alright.”

After Linda left, it was almost dinner time. Britney didn’t go back to her room. Instead, she headed to the kitchen, planning to cook dinner for Camren herself. She didn’t have much to offer, and Camren already had everything he could possibly want. After thinking it over, she figured her cooking was the only thing she had that was worth sharing, if only to thank him for his thoughtfulness and care.

When Camren returned, he saw a lavish dinner spread out on the dining table, but the dishes weren’t the light meals he’d asked Albert to prepare. He frowned slightly, about to speak, when Britney walked out of the kitchen. She was wearing a pink apron with a big bow on the back clearly not the usual one the family chef used – but on her, it looked… cute.

“Welcome back!” Britney placed the last dish on the table. Seeing Camren still frozen, she walked over.

“Wanna wash up and eat?” Britney casually took the suit jacket draped over his arm. Her fingers brushed against his cuff by accident. Camren’s gaze followed her hand, and it was a good while before his eyes met hers again. “You cooked dinner?”

“Mhm.” Britney nodded, a little unsure of Camren’s eating habits. She hoped he wouldn’t mind her taking the initiative. “Albert said these are some of your favorite dishes. Want to try them?”

Camren nodded.

Britney breathed a sigh of relief. After Camren washed his hands, she used the serving forks to place a piece of steamed fish on his plate. After he took a bite, she asked, “How is it?”

The fish was fresh, light, and tender.

“Delicious,” Camren said, his eyes faintly stirring. “Let’s eat together.” Britney nodded and sat down, then heard him ask, “Did you cook often before?”

“Sometimes,” Britney replied, not elaborating much.

During all those years she lived on her own, she’d worked many jobs. Since she was underage, she could only do jobs where she wasn’t seen, and being a kitchen assistant was the easiest option. If anyone came to check, she could escape through the back door in no time. After returning to the Simpson house, Britney had wanted to cook for her family, but they didn’t care for simple home–cooked meals, deeming them not fancy enough. Later, when her relationship with her family soured, she often avoided mealtimes and just made herself something quick to eat.

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