Wedding Dress Betrayal Finding Love With His Uncle novel Chapter 8

## Chapter 8: Uncle Camren, Free for My Wedding?

Britney couldn’t help but admire Camren’s efficiency once again.

She strolled around her room, then settled onto the sofa by the bed, pulling out her phone. Camren had thoughtfully charged it for her.

When she opened it, she found a string of missed calls, all from Allison, without exception. There were also a bunch of texts, also from her.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone? Do you even have any respect for your elders anymore?”

“Are you with Mr. Lewis? No matter what you have to do, you absolutely have to get him to forgive you.”

“What are you even doing, going completely silent like this? You’re just a country bumpkin, absolutely not manners. I’m warning you, don’t bring those bad habits from your backwoods hometown to Mr. Lewis. Be careful, he might really ditch you.”

“I have no idea what’s so special about you. Mr. Lewis just happens to like you. Don’t think you can be all high and mighty just because he cares about you. You don’t have the right.”

“Skylar isn’t even fighting you for him anymore. What more do you want? Get your butt back here, now.”

The cold indifference and accusations in the messages were something Britney had long grown accustomed

to, yet her heart still ached.

In all the years since the Simpson family tracked her down, she had tried so hard to fit into their family.

She studied diligently, tried desperately to please everyone, walked on eggshells, and restrained herself as much as possible. But after all these years, she still felt like an outsider, a mere tool.

Britney knew perfectly well that if it weren’t for her connection to Ryan, Allison probably wouldn’t care if she

came home, let alone text her.

She wearily pressed her phone off, burying her head in her knees. She didn’t know how much time had passed before her phone chimed.

It was a friend request – from Camren. The profile pic was a straightforward, unfiltered photo of Camren Lewis himself. She tapped to accept.

Camren: Take your medicine on time.

Britney: Okay.

She took a deep breath, an inexplicable feeling washing over her that her new husband seemed more like

family.

Ryan sat in his office, glancing at his phone, which remained stubbornly dark. His fingers drummed restlessly

on the desk.

It wasn’t that Britney hadn’t had arguments with him before, but usually, she’d come seeking him out within half a day, saving him any trouble.

Britney was incredibly tolerant and considerate of him, and she never bothered him at work, which he found quite comfortable. But this time, he had personally gone to her, practically begging, and she was still holding

a grudge.

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Could that “wedding – which he never took seriously really be that important to her?

Couldn’t she be a little more understanding?

Besides, even if Skylar was a bit vain, she was still well–behaved and sensible, never asking for anything out of line. Wasn’t that enough?

Could it be that Britney actually expected him to only have eyes for her, for his entire life?

Forget a guy like him, living in this glamorous circle; even an average guy probably couldn’t pull that off.

Britney was just too naive. So many days had passed, and she still couldn’t grasp this simple truth.

“Knock, knock…” The office door was tapped. lan Jenkins, Ryan’s assistant, stood outside carrying a large

box. “Mr. Lewis.”

“What is it?” Ryan asked impatiently.

“You have a package. Sent by Ms. Britney Simpson.

Britney Simpson?

Ryan shot up from his chair, a smile threatening to break out on his lips before he quickly suppressed it. He pointed indifferently to the coffee table. “Just put it over there,”

“Yes, sir.” lan had managed to stay by Ryan’s side for all these years thanks to his knack for reading the

room.

As he set down the package, he said, “Ms. Simpson is really good to you, Mr. Lewis. She’s always thinking of you, sending you homemade dishes or gifts. This time, she sent such a big box; who knows how much effort she put into it.”

“It’s truly enviable.”

To Ryan, who had been feeling neglected for days, these words were incredibly gratifying. He knew Britney

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would eventually come around.

She was always the softest–hearted; it wasn’t a waste to give her this much time to cool off and think things. through.

Ryan mused that their wedding day was getting closer. The jewelry he had sent to the Simpson family last time didn’t seem to be her taste. There an auction in a few days; he could make some time to take

Was

Britney to have a look.

“Open it,” he instructed. He wondered what Britney had sent him this time.

lan efficiently opened the box, but the contents inside didn’t exactly look new… what was this?

Ryan casually glanced at the items in the box. The first thing he saw was the pig plushie he had won for her

during their first official outing.

It wasn’t anything expensive, but he remembered Britney’s eyes curving like crescent moons, sparkling with delight, as she clutched it. She had nodded sweetly, saying she loved it, her joy irrepressible.

Whenever they went out on dates after that, he’d often win her plushies. He loved seeing the way her eyes crinkled; the almost imperceptible mole at the corner of her eye would look extra adorable.

He loved how concentrated Britney looked when she watched him. It was incredibly cute.

He had even practiced claw games just for her.

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