The Cherished Wife

Xavier immediately tried to establish a familial connection with Charles, attempting to close the distance. between them. Even if Charles was displeased, he would not outright reject someone with such a familial tie in front of him.

Charles knew exactly what Xavier was aiming for. However, Xavier was a proud person. If he was not in need, he would not have called him ‘Uncle‘ so w

willingly

Charles raised an eyebrow and gestured for Xavier to sit. “What would you like to drink?”

“Black coffee,” Xavier replied, having already learned about Charles‘ preferences. He knew that Charles had a fondness for simple beverages, especially coffee.

Charles raised an eyebrow in response. “Ms. Coleman, two cups of coffee, please.”

While it was true that Charles liked coffee, he was not particularly fond of drinking it early in the morning. Clearly, Xavier had not done his homework thoroughly enough.

Charles tidied up his desk and then stood up, walking over to a nearby seat next to Xavier.

He crossed his legs and sat leisurely, contrasting sharply with Xavier’s more formal posture. The difference in their demeanors was stark.

Xavier immediately felt at a disadvantage and adjusted his posture, trying to appear more relaxed and composed. However, Charles‘ powerful presence was hard to ignore.

Ida Coleman, the one who had brought Xavier upstairs, entered with two cups of coffee. One for Charles and the other for Xavier. “Mr. Harris, please enjoy.”

Xavier felt a bit awkward and nervously took a sip from his cup.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today, dear nephew?” Charles asked indifferently while casting a brief glance at Xavier.

Xavier nearly choked on his coffee at Charles‘ words. He hastily put his cup down and sat up straight

once more.

He regretted trying to leverage their familial relationship as it had only served to highlight their disparity. Charles was clearly the elder and superior in this context, making Xavier feel even smaller. However, he could not backtrack now, so he had to press on.

Xavier was secretly unhappy, but he did not dare to show it. “Uncle, to be honest, I’ve come to ask for your help with something,” Xavier began.

Charles raised an eyebrow, indicating he was listening. “Go on.”

Xavier took a deep breath. “Do you remember the birthday celebration at the Shaw residence for Grandpa Shaw?”

Charles nodded. “I remember. But why bring this up now?” He looked at Xavier, who was beating about the bush, making Charles Impatient. “Just get to the point.”

“Are you close with Grandpa Shaw?” Xavier asked.

“Not particularly, Charles replied.

Xavier’s face twitched. “Perhaps you’ve heard that I recently got engaged to Grandpa Shaw’s granddaughter. You might have seen her. She was the one standing beside me, the eldest daughter of the Shaw family.”

Charles nodded, then added, “I don’t recall.”

Xavier’s expression stiffened. He had not expected Charles to be so blunt. However, looking at Charles, it did not seem like he was lying.

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