< The Forbidden Uncle
Chapter 161 She Will Remember Vincent
Summer’s words stopped me cold. My heart clenched hard in my chest.
But I pulled myself together and shoved her away.
I stared her down, my voice ice–cold, “I don’t have time to stand here and listen to your nonsense.”
She smirked, her eyes glinting with something sharp and unreadable. “You know whether it’s nonsense or not, Ryan. Deep down–you know.”
She stepped in closer, scanning my face like she was searching for the slightest crack in my expression.
I didn’t move. I stood my ground, staring her down. But something uneasy stirred inside me.
“Ry…” Her voice was mocking, the tone light but her words cutting. “Gabrielle lost her memory, didn’t she? And if I’m right, you used that to your advantage. Kept her close because of it. Am I wrong?”
“That’s why I kept running into the two of you lately.”
The air between us thickened. I clenched my fists, silent. Summer, on the other hand, looked almost entertained.
“Well, well… who would’ve thought?” she sighed dramatically. “You, Ryan Hudson, of all people- resorting to tricks to make a woman stay with you?”
I pressed my lips together, eyes locked on her with a razor–sharp glare.
She only laughed harder, her smile smug. “What do you think would happen if I went to Gabrielle right now… and told her the truth?”
She paused, letting the question hang in the air like smoke.
When I stayed silent, she added slowly, “Or maybe I’ll go talk to her real husband. Vincent, right? I bet he’d love to have a little chat.”
That did it. The fury I’d been holding back exploded like fire through my veins. I glared at her, voice low and dangerous. “Is that a threat, Summer?”
She blinked innocently, flashing me a sweet smile. “Me? Threaten you? Come on, Ry. You know how much I like you. I’d never do something like that.”
Her voice was syrupy sweet, almost playful, but every word was laced with venom–calculated, manipulative, and loaded with challenge.
“But…” she added, with a pout that was anything but genuine, “You’d lie to Gabrielle. Twist the truth. All to keep her close. But me? You won’t even spare me a glance. Ry, do you have any idea how much that hurts?”
I rubbed my temples, already exhausted. My voice came out low and firm. “Summer, if you’ve got something to say, just say it. Enough with the games.”
“Oh, alright then,” she said with a teasing gleam in her eyes, stepping in again. “I’ve always preferred talking to smart men anyway.”
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Tilting her head, she flashed a flirtatious smile. “I won’t go to Gabrielle. I won’t go to Vincent, either. In fact, I could keep this little secret buried forever.”
My instincts kicked in hard. I narrowed my eyes. “What do you want?”
“It’s simple,” she said softly, reaching out to tap my arm. Her smile turned slow, sultry. “Just… be a little nicer to me. That’s all.”
I yanked my arm away like her touch burned. My voice cut through the air. “You can’t force feelings, Summer. And you should know by now–I don’t feel anything for you. Not like that.”
She stumbled back a step, startled. Then she laughed, low and strange. There was something in her eyes–something unhinged. “That’s okay. I like you enough for both of us.”
She moved in again, her voice laced with that twisted sweetness. “As long as you don’t push me too far away… I’ll always be the one coming back.”
A wave of frustration surged inside me. Summer knew too much. I had thought I had everything under control–but I never expected her to be the one to figure it out. She’d always seemed shallow, careless.
Now she was the biggest threat to everything I’d planned.
If she went to Gabby… or worse, to Vincent–everything would fall apart.
She seemed to sense my unease. Her smile grew smug as she spoke, slow and deliberately. “Don’t be so quick to turn me down, Ry. Think it over. I can wait.”
She pulled out her phone and waved it casually in the air. “Let’s stay in touch, okay?”
Then she gave me one last sultry smile, turned on her heels, and walked out of the villa with the click of her heels echoing behind her–never looking back.
Silence closed in around me like a vise.
I stood there, jaw clenched, fists curling at my sides.
Summer Miller. She’s even more dangerous than I thought.
I shut my eyes, pressing a hand to my forehead. But the storm inside me wouldn’t calm.
With her back in the picture, everything was spiraling out of control.
And Gabrielle… her amnesia wouldn’t last forever. Sooner or later, she’ll remember Vincent.
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