From His Cell to His Uncle’s Bed
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Chapter 4: You Like Her? Then I’ll Give Her to You
Chapter 4: You Like Her? Then I’ll Give Her to You
The rich second–generation laughed along, “But Lily’s pretty, you know? That face, that body–how many men in the circle envy what she has? Keeping her at home as a vase would be pleasing to the eyes too.”
He glanced at Mateo, throwing down a card. “If you’re not engaged, would Mateo really let her marry someone else?”
Mateo, who had remained silent up until now, finally spoke. His cold, deep voice carried his usual indifference. “You like her? Then I’ll give her to you.”
The rich second–generation froze, unsure how to interpret Mateo’s words. He could only laugh awkwardly.
“Who doesn’t know that Lily’s heart has always belonged to you? She’s been following you around for years, never leaving your side. I don’t have that kind of luck.”
Outside the door, Lily froze, then a trace of mockery and bitterness spread across her face.
Everyone knew she liked Mateo.
But for him, was she just something to be tossed away casually at the whim of his friends?
A wave of sourness rose uncontrollably in her eyes, her nails digging into her palms as the suffocating sensation made her feel like she couldn’t
breathe.
For a moment, it felt like she was back at 14 years old.
She had just arrived in the capital from a small town, and Derek sent her to the best elite school.
She thought it was a brand–new beginning, but Eliza’s subtle manipulations made it impossible for Lily to fit in with the rich kids, and she was isolated.
It was a heavy snowstorm, the sky dark like ink, and the white snow tore through the night sky.
Lily was locked outside in the toilet stall, trembling with cold, curled up in a ball. She screamed until her throat went raw, but no one came to save her.
It was Mateo who kicked the door open.
Even now, Lily still clearly remembers that moment.
The air was icy, and Mateo had one foot on the steps, with the snowstorm raging behind him.
His open black–and–white school uniform billowed in the wind, and his damp hair hung over his forehead. The light was too dim for Lily to see his expression clearly.
All she saw was him taking off his scarf and throwing it to her.
“It’s for you,” he said, not even turning around.
To 14–year–old Lily, 17–year old Mateo was like a divine warrior who brought light into her life.
From that day on, she became Mateo’s little shadow, trailing behind him for seven years.
But now, that light had gone out. In Mateo’s eyes, she was just something disposable?
Lily suppressed the bitterness in her heart, walked to the window, and found an old number she hadn’t called in a while, dialing it.
The phone rang twice before the other side picked up, but someone called her from behind.
“Lily? You’re back?”
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From His Cell to Ilis Uncle’s Bed
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Chapter 4: You Like Her? Then I’ll Give Her to You
Lily glanced at her phone and hung up, then turned to look at the person who spoke.
Wren Stone, surprised to see her at this time, walked toward Lily with some doubt. “When did you get out?”
Look at that. Wren remembered Eliza’s birthday, but didn’t remember her own biological daughter was being released from prison today.
“How did you get so thin?” Wren frowned. looking Lily up and down.
“A little hardship is good for you. It’ll teach you a lesson. I won’t argue with you and your dad about the past. Today is your and your sister’s birthday. so change into a new dress and come down quickly.”
Then, as if remembering something, she added, “Oh, by the way, since you’ve been gone for three years, we’ve turned your room into a card room. Go to Eliza’s room and change. I’ll have someone bring the dress to you.”
Lily was pushed into Eliza’s room, and as soon as she stepped inside, the overwhelming scent made her feel physically ill.
She rushed to the bathroom, gagging.
Just then, there was noise outside. The servant had come to deliver the dress.
She leaned over the sink, eyes misted with tears, and waited for the nausea to pass before washing her face and heading out.
The servant was waiting in the room, eyeing her up and down.
“Not pregnant,” Lily said, knowing exactly what the servant was implying. She had vomited so badly that her eyes were red, making her look fragile. “Tell Eliza not to use this against me.”
The servant awkwardly laughed, “Miss, please go ahead and put on the dress. The madam is waiting.”
Lily didn’t respond. This birthday party was for Eliza, and she was just a background character.
She didn’t want to play along with the act of sisterly affection, pretending to be close to Eliza. Instead, she went to the kitchen and grabbed something
to eat.
Before she could finish, someone knocked on the door.
It was the same servant again. “The madam needs you. Miss, please come down.”
Lily slowly finished the last bite, then looked up at her. “I’m not feeling well. I don’t want to go down.”
The servant was taken aback, clearly not expecting Lily to refuse. “The madam said today is both your and the eldest miss’s birthday. If you don’t show up, it won’t look good. It’ll seem like there’s tension between the sisters.”
“When have I ever gotten along with Eliza?”
The servant was momentarily silenced, but Lily had already stood up and walked out.
In the living room, Eliza, dressed in a glamorous outfit, was surrounded by a group of rich young ladies. Holding a glass of white wine, she was about to take a sip.
Suddenly, a sharp voice interrupted. “Miss, you can’t drink that, it’s been spiked!”
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