The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 184

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Leslie glanced up at Dylon, curiosity flickering behind her calm facade. What did Reese’s uncle want with her? Was he here to stand up for Reese, or was there something else going on?

Her mind spun with possibilities, but she kept her expression cool and steady. “I can’t say I’ve heard much about you, Mr. Ramos. What brings you over?”

Rosie, picking up on Leslie’s distance, clung to Dylon’s arm a little tighter.

Dylon patted Rosie’s hand in reassurance, then turned to Leslie with a smile that felt both practiced and a little too familiar. He shot a quick glance at Sebastian and Reese standing nearby before lowering his voice.

“You don’t miss much, Leslie, so I’ll just be upfront. I’m Dylon Ramos. I know you and Mr. Ratcliff go way back, and the truth is, I need a favor.”

He paused, like he was weighing his words. “There’s been some—let’s call it tension—between us and Reese. Some business stuff got messy. She’s not letting it go, and we’re honestly out of ideas. I was hoping you could put in a word with Mr. Ratcliff. Maybe ask him to give us a break, keep Reese from taking things too far.”

“Reese?” Leslie’s hand paused on her wine glass, a glimmer of surprise barely hidden in her eyes.

She hadn’t expected Reese to even fall out with her own uncle. Reese must really know how to make enemies. But then, Leslie wondered if this was just one of Reese’s schemes. She masked her reaction, slipping easily back into a neutral expression.

“I think you’re overestimating my relationship with Mr. Ratcliff. We only know each other for work. Whatever’s going on between you and Reese—that’s family business. I’d rather not get involved.”

“Don’t turn us down so fast,” Dylon said, his eyes lingering on Sebastian, who was standing close to Reese. Dylon noticed how her expression had faltered earlier when Sebastian left her to go to Reese. He was almost sure Leslie would say yes.

“Reese is stubborn as they come. Once she’s decided on something, no one can change her mind. We’ve tried talking to her, over and over, but she’s made it clear she’ll never let this go.”

“She’s my niece. I really don’t want things to get ugly.”