Wedding My Ex’s Uncle

Chapter 61 Missing a Mrs. Graves

Lucien locked eyes with her, one brow cocked, cool as ever. “You seriously asking me?”

He let out a low, almost amused scoff, then wiped all expression from his face. “I’m not with anyone. This got something to do with what you’re about to hit me with?”

Kaia clutched the bedsheet so tight that it crumpled, then mumbled, “Yeah… kind of.”

Lucien leaned back, easy and relaxed, flashing a calm smile. His tone softened. “Go ahead. Say it. Whatever it is, I got you. I meant what I said.”

Maybe she was just hearing things, but his voice felt like a quiet nudge forward.

Kaia’s stomach flipped as she met his gaze. “So, uh… you need a girlfriend? Actually, I could really use a fake boyfriend right now. Help me deal with my family. Think you could fake-date me for three months?”

Kaia wasn’t some clueless girl anymore. She’d noticed how Lucien watched her—his attention far beyond what any uncle figure should show.

And she’d just been his nephew’s fiancée. With Alden and Luna

in the picture, she was supposed to steer clear of Lucien. But if he was making a move, she wasn’t about to back down.

Lucien’s eyes were deep and unreadable, like the ocean just before a storm hit. “I don’t need a girlfriend,” he said slowly, “but I am missing a Mrs. Graves.”

A sly grin tugged at his mouth. “What do you say? You wanna fill that spot?”

mind went blank like someone just pulled the plug. Is he hearing himself

grieving. No pressure. But once you’re my wife, none of this crap will touch you again. As Mrs. Graves, you’ll have my backing. You can shut down whoever you want, however you want. So, you in or

completely frozen, like someone had

chuckle. “What’s the matter? Cat got

I’m just…

wouldn’t be

time to handle business, but she didn’t expect him

marriage.

won’t go

sparkled, a smirk forming.

that’s on me. My wife doesn’t need to

oozed confidence, almost cocky. That

bit her lip. “I need time to

in the eye. “Are

and with her grandma gone,

reply hit her like a curveball. “Kaia,” he said her full name, slow and steady, “I don’t do divorce. That word doesn’t

heart sank. So, a contract marriage was off the

need to think about

wasn’t something she took lightly,

start now.