Chapter 32 Can I Not Text You For Fun? Uncle!

However, Sarah did not receive any message in the end.

The torment lasted until 2:00 a.m. yet she was still not at all sleepy.

She had already drunk a glass of warm milk and devoured an apple but it was still to no avail. Finally, she resorted to chugging a big jug of honey lemon tea.

Sarah stayed up for another hour almost effortlessly. Just when drowsiness began to fill her eyes, she started to make several trips to the bathroom because she had consumed too much liquid earlier…

She was still holding the cell phone in hand when the sleepiness eventually overtook her…

……

Aunt Wren was stirred from sleep when Jon had returned.

She walked out of her bedroom in pajamas and immediately went to make a sobering-tea upon detecting the smell of alcohol that filled the air.

Sharon was about to leave after assisting the tipsy man to the couch.

Out of her expectation, however, she had discovered a hair tie which was abandoned on the coffee table before taking her leave.

She landed her attention on the black hair tie as she rose to her feet.

Sharon would not be surprised to find women's belongings if they were at the villa by the sea because both Jon’s mother and fiancée visited him from time to time, but...

She could not resist herself from glancing toward the second floor.

Indeed, one of the rooms was still brightly lit…

Jon headed upstairs after drinking the sobering-tea.

Sharon had long taken her leave. Only Aunt Wren was still in the living room, collecting the teacup in silence.

Jon placed one of his hands in the pocket and walked past Sarah’s room without pausing in his track.

He stepped into the bathroom straight away after returning to his bedroom.

A dark-colored towel was wrapped around his waist after he had scrubbed the smell of alcohol off his body.

The gray of the daybreak had proclaimed the dawn by the time he reappeared from the bathroom.

He walked toward the window and lowered his head to light a cigarette. White puffs of smoke lingered in the air.

Jon retrieved his cell phone for a glance. The time revealed it was already 5:35 a.m.

He was about to throw the phone back on the bed when he was suddenly reminded of something else. His finger danced across the screen again to unlock the phone.

He reread the text message that appeared in front of his eyes.

[Can I not text you for fun? Uncle!]

His lips twitched into a smile before he even realized it. Strangely, he did not feel weird to be addressed as an uncle. He could even imagine her facial expression when she was crafting this text. The girl must be in a mood when she delivered this text and he found himself wondering who had annoyed her this time.

The lights in the bedroom opposite his were still turned on. Jon threw on a casual outfit and walked out of his room.

The door to Sarah’s room was opened ajar. It had probably been left open when Nunu snuck inside earlier.

Jon could see the interior of the room clearly even from the door.

The girl was sprawled across the black and white bedsheet. Both of her slender legs were exposed under the soft light, one of them was still in bed whereas the other one was hung carelessly on the edge. He discovered she was wearing his thin sweater. Her long hair as thick as seaweed was a mess behind her shoulder and there was even some perspiration on the bridge of her nose. That red lips positioned near her fair cheeks looked extremely tempting…

Jon extended his arm to close the door but Sarah’s cell phone fell from the bed as soon as his fingertips touched the handle.

He walked inside to return the cell phone next to her pillow. The screen lit up when his skin brushed against it accidentally.

An undelivered text message appeared on the screen. The half-written text message was intended for him.

Jon lifted the cell phone slowly.

[Leave me here alone and not reply to my texts. You’re so annoying…]

The corners of his lips curled upward into a smile as he studied her face. A strange feeling materialized in his heart but it disappeared almost immediately before he could make sense of the emotions.

He returned the cell phone to the bed and proceeded to turn the lights off.

Nunu that was curled up on the carpet groaned weakly when disturbed by his footsteps.

The dog lifted its head to regard Jon in daze before returning to sleep a few seconds later…

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The next morning, Sarah jumped up from bed in shock because of an extra-large buttock that was weighing down her chest.

Nunu had positioned itself on her chest. Its fluffy tail was brushing across Sarah’s face relentlessly.

Sarah pushed the dog away forcefully but it returned to torture the girl again.

It happened several more times after that. She became frustrated in the end and pressed its head into the duvet angrily.

Nunu’s deafening whimpers frightened Aunt Wren who was on the first floor…

Aunt Wren could not make sense of this love-hate relationship between Sarah and Nunu.

However, considering the latter’s safety, Aunt Wren decided to walk the dog in the end. “Second Young Master has already gotten out of the bed. Would you like to have breakfast with him?” she questioned before leaving the house.

Sarah, who got up on the wrong side of the bed, pulled the duvet over her head to express her displeasure.

Aunt Wren could only bring Nunu out of the room when the other person declined to reply, not forgetting to close the door behind her.

Five minutes had passed by before Sarah finally registered the words that she had just heard.

She sat up straight on the bed and scratched the back of her head mindlessly as she mumbled to herself, “Did she mean that… Jon’s here?”

Without wasting another second, she pushed the duvet away from her and leaped out of the bed swiftly.

She freshened up in the bathroom and changed into a new set of clothes within several minutes.

It was only until her hand wrapped around the door handle before leaving the room that she realized that she had overreacted. Why was she so excited about his return?

……

Jon was eating his breakfast at the dining table by the time Sarah shuffled down the stairs.

She watched him from the stairs through narrowed eyes.

He was wearing a light gray hoodie with a pair of pants in matching color. He was holding the newspaper in his left hand and a cup of coffee in his right. The man placed the newspaper down on the table after sipping on his coffee. He discovered Sarah who was standing on the staircase when he raised his head again.

Jon looked over his shoulder to instruct Aunt Wren who was positioned behind him, “Please serve another set of breakfast…”

“I’ll do that right away.” Aunt Wren nodded before disappearing into the kitchen.

Sarah dragged herself to the man slowly. “Goo… Good morning,” she stuttered.

Jon threw a glance at the watch on his wrist before lifting his head to meet her gaze. “It’s not early anymore…”

Her face was flushing red from embarrassment. She was nervous to meet the man again after not seeing him for several days.

Sarah took the seat opposite Jon. She raised her head, hoping to meet his gaze again, only to find out that he had shifted his attention away from her and was currently gracefully enjoying his breakfast.

She detected an awkward tension in the air but she could not quite explain the reason.

“Did you… Come home last night?” She tried to force a conversation despite having nothing important to converse about.

Jon lifted his head to regard her. Sarah became flustered under his gaze and she suddenly did not know where to place her hands.

“Yup, it was almost dawn when I returned.”