Wedding My Ex’s Uncle

Chapter 225 Late–Night Lessons

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Lucien stepped out of the kitchen. “Kaia, this is Kevin Harrison, a senior from my study–abroad days. He’s back in town, so I invited him for dinner.”

Kaia paused. It was the first time Lucien had brought a friend home since their marriage. So Kevin must be someone special to him.

She told herself to take it seriously.

Smiling at Kevin, she said, “Mr. Harrison, please make yourself at home. I’ll just pop upstairs to put some things away.”

“Go ahead,” Kevin replied.

Once Kaia was upstairs, Kevin leaned toward Lucien with a teasing grin.

“Mr. Graves, am I the first, besides Kaia, to taste your cooking?”

Lucien shot him a sideways glance. “Don’t hold back later. Use your lawyerly expertise to cheer her up. Got it?”

Kevin, a renowned attorney and legal consultant for Graves Group’s overseas branch, had been roped into being Kaia’s impromptu therapist.

He grimaced. “Got it, Your Highness.”

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Kaia didn’t linger. She touched up her makeup, changed outfits, and came back downstairs.

Lucien gave her a resentful look.

Why’s she getting all dressed up for another guy? She never goes this extra for me.

A twinge of jealousy stirred in Lucien’s chest.

At the dinner table, Kaia picked up the ladle. “Mr. Harrison, let me serve you some soup.”

“No, no, I’ll do it,” Kevin said, glancing at Lucien. “I don’t dare trouble you. Someone’s glare is about to tear me apart.”

Kaia followed his gaze to Lucien, who was calmly peeling shrimp, his expression unruffled.

a hearty laugh, “Mr. Harrison’s too formal. We’re friends

Kaia smiled, “Alright, Kevin.”

at this than you.” He

was stunned. She

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studied law.

T

dual degree in finance and law. If he didn’t have a family empire to run, I’d have

peeled shrimp on Kaia’s plate. “It’s

at

this what a low–key genius looks

casual confidence made her a

no time to breathe,

hold back, praising himself, “I’m kind of a big deal. But in

stuck on.”

sensing something. She nudged Lucien. “Did you

his hands. “He’s

cases.”

at him. “Lucien,

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went quiet, warmth

down about botching

his way to invite Kevin home, cook

spoiled her quietly like

Kevin’s brain on countless issues, soaking up

floor–to–ceiling windows,

three times, and Kaia’s notebook was crammed

it anymore, tapping the table. “You

the clock, startled to see it was one

to

next time,” Kaia said with a bright smile, too engrossed in new ideas to feel

walked Kevin out. When he returned, Kaia

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