Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 939: The Wedding Needs to Be Postponed

When Hayden walked in, this was the scene he stumbled upon.

Mr. Farrell was lying on the sofa, half-naked, with a shy expression on his face. In front of him was Serena, her eyes gleaming as she aimed her phone at Jared. The look in her eyes was ravenous, as if she wanted to devour him whole. Hayden froze in place.

He had only been gone for ten minutes at most-how had things escalated this quickly? Were they always this bold?

The mood in the room was instantly shattered. Serena shot Hayden a sharp glare, clearly displeased. "Get out!"

Startled, Hayden's mind went blank, and all his wild thoughts vanished. He stammered, "Serena, I didn't see anything! I just came to drop off the car keys..."

He tossed the car keys toward the entryway and quickly retreated, not even bothering to close the door properly on his way out.

Once outside, he exhaled heavily, his heart finally settling.

Leave it to Serena-her methods were always beyond his comprehension. Poor Mr. Farrell, though... Once Serena had her sights set on someone, there was no saving them. Inside, Serena snapped a few photos with her phone before setting it aside. She picked up a cotton swab and began tending to the scrapes on Jared's arm and shoulder. When she was done, Serena sighed softly, finally voicing what she had been holding back during their entire car ride. "Uncle, our wedding might need to be postponed." Jared turned to her, his gaze steady. "Your father still doesn't approve?"

Serena's lips twitched slightly. "It's not just my dad this time. My four uncles have also weighed in. They want the wedding to be grander. My mom's wedding already caught them off guard, and now that it's my turn, they're determined to properly prepare for it."

Jared thought for a moment before pulling her into his arms, holding her close. "I understand."

The strong, steady beat of his heart reached her ears. Serena nuzzled against the warmth of his embrace. "Uncle, you're so good to me."

Jared ran his hand gently through her hair, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I'm only good to you."

"But leave the wedding arrangements to me. I'll satisfy your father and uncles' demands one by one, but the wedding date stays as planned."

Serena looked up at him, surprised. "Uncle, do you really think you can convince them?"

"Where there's a will, there's a way," Jared replied. He tapped the tip of her nose lightly. "Your brothers were no match for me-what could be harder than dealing with them?"

intrigued. "Alright, Uncle, I'll be

Jared's sofa was too soft, or maybe it was just being in his presence that made her relax completely. Before long, Serena drifted off into a deep sleep. When she woke up, the sky outside was

of the sofa-four dishes, one soup, and a small strawberry

the cake just out of reach, Serena felt like there was a cat scratching at her heart. "Uncle, you're getting stingier. This cake is so small it's not even enough for me." Jared sighed

an eyebrow. "No way. Tomorrow, I want a strawberry cake twice

and nodded.

he asked,

considering. "I'd better go back. I don't want Uncle to lose another

Jared was speechless.

everyone seem to have it out for

through the door when she heard Ruud's booming voice from the

over ten years! How dare he-I'm going to blow up that bastard's house!" Serena strode in, her voice cold. "What are you planning to blow

"I..."

shifted instantly from rage to doting

I just learned

his tracks, his

temples throbbed. "No

to call in airstrikes evaporated. He nodded repeatedly. "Alright, alright. Then tomorrow morning, I'll make you something

the stairs, Serena suddenly remembered something. She turned back and called out to Alina. "Mom, Uncle's fine. Don't

a light pat on the

sound, and you're here talking about blowing up someone's house? Honestly, what were you

few days, Serena stayed unusually quiet and didn't

day, she accompanied Alina in the garden, reading books together. At night, she went to bed

cakes Jared brought over, she spent most of her time at

day. Eventually, even Warren couldn't stand it anymore.

the kitchen. You're wasting perfectly good

Ruud wouldn't hear

enjoyed his cooking,