Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 918: Uncle, Don’t Be Afraid, Fight Back

The group returned to the wedding hall, where the ceremony was nearing its conclusion.

Tina, curious and restless, wandered over to the table where champagne was being served. She picked up a glass, determined to take just a tiny sip. She didn't believe that such a small amount could cause her to get drunk. Tall pyramids of champagne glasses were arranged in at least ten layers. Suddenly, one of the structures collapsed, sending the champagne tumbling toward Tina.

Just as she was about to leap out of the way, a pair of cool hands gently wrapped around her, pulling her to safety.

The flood of champagne cascaded behind her, the sound of the glasses shattering filling the air, and the sweet aroma of champagne wafting all around.

Tina glanced up and noticed the man who had rescued her. His hands had already withdrawn the moment she was safe. He stepped back, his amber eyes shimmering with a soft glow. A warm smile tugged at his lips as he nodded politely to her before quickly disappearing without saying a word.

Tina blinked, her thoughts lingering on the man. He was as strikingly handsome as Uncle Jared, and she found herself staring at his retreating figure in silent contemplation.

Just then, a pair of strong arms encircled her waist, lifting her effortlessly. Tina didn't cry out in surprise. Instead, her bright eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at Jared. His sharp jawline was tense, his entire demeanor radiating a cool and distant energy.

He carried her outside the wedding hall to a spot where a swing was set up. Gently, he placed her down on the swing.

The breeze lifted Tina's curls, her delicate features glowing with a radiant smile.

Her voice was soft yet playful as she teased, "I wasn't staring at him on purpose. He saved me-I had no choice but to look at him."

Jared's eyes remained calm, his voice cold. "But after he left, you still kept staring at his back."

Tina blinked, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. She hadn't thought of a good explanation yet when Jared's large, calloused hand cupped her face. Without warning, he kissed her fiercely, his passion overwhelming and dominant. His tongue delved into hers, claiming her completely.

and she refused to back down. Wrapping her arms around Jared's neck, she deepened the

his head with a helpless smile. He could never win against his

as she teased, "Why don't we head

somehow, he was the one blushing now. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his lips brushing against her smooth, fair skin as he murmured in

his hair, her tone nonchalant. "It doesn't matter! All the important parts are done.

his warm breath tickling her neck. "Tina,

coughed lightly, feigning modesty. "Not

car, carefully buckling her seatbelt. "If your father blames me for leaving early, Tina, you'll have to

with a grin. "Uncle, don't be so timid. Don't be afraid of my

the island breeze sweeping through and

ever marry you, silly Tina?" Jared's voice was warm and laced

a moment. "Then how about I tie him up and drag him to

bring him over for my happiness too,"

smile deepened, his expression relaxed and content. "That's my wife, always

Tina admired the island scenery. Suddenly, Jared's phone rang. He answered it with

the routes that car might have taken. We found suspicious activity on the road leading

responded with a simple, "Got it. Keep digging. Find out everything

rang. She

our people have been investigating. It's confirmed that women have gone missing in the area, and none of them have been found. Their families still believe their daughters are alive, unaware that they might already be dead." Tina's brows furrowed, her expression darkening. "Keep looking. Find out where the bodies are and gather detailed records of

up, Tina sighed softly. "Looks like we won't be able to enjoy tonight together, Uncle. Let's head to that suspicious site in the

make it up to

shifted direction, heading toward the East

approached, the surroundings grew increasingly desolate. The wind picked