Wed To The Forbidden Uncle

CH 10

"Am I your boss now?" Dexter teased as he placed a piece of fish, carefully deboned, into Mercy's bowl.

"Hehe, desperate times call for desperate measures," Mercy replied with a sheepish smile.

"You..." Dexter sighed, knowing he couldn't do much but indulge her.

After finishing their meal, it was time to head back. The restaurant's parking lot was open-air, so Mercy and Dexter waited on the sidewalk for Gavin to bring the car around.

"Watch out, Mercy!"

Out of nowhere, an electric scooter zoomed past, nearly knocking Mercy over. Dexter quickly pulled her back and she ended up sitting on his lap.

Mercy's hand landed on Dexter's chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath her palm. His heartbeat was strong and fast, just like hers.

Dexter's dark eyes locked onto Mercy's, making her face flush inch by inch.

This is so unfair! Who could resist this?

But...

"Uh, Dexter, your legs..." Mercy asked cautiously, worried she might touch on a sensitive topic.

Seeing her hesitance, as if afraid to upset him, Dexter's heart softened. He replied calmly, "It's not about my legs."

Since he didn't want to elaborate, Mercy didn't press further. She knew that when Dexter was ready to talk, he would tell her in his own time.

The two fell into silence once more.

"Ahem."

A soft cough broke the quiet and they both looked up to see Gavin standing nearby, gazing at the sky.

Mercy snapped back to reality, realizing she was still sitting on Dexter's lap in a rather suggestive position. Her cheeks flushed red as she quickly scrambled off him.

On the way back, Mercy was unusually quiet. She had secretly checked Dexter's pulse earlier and discovered that his body seemed to harbor several potent toxins. Each was dangerous on its own, yet together they formed a delicate balance.

Now, it seemed her hunch was correct. Dexter's legs weren't the problem. Somehow, he had managed to suppress the toxins in his lower body to prevent them from reaching his heart.

Unfortunately...

Mercy glanced at her right hand. Although it appeared to function normally, it was actually injured and couldn't hold a needle for now. She would have to wait until it healed enough before she could help detoxify Dexter.

Sighing softly in her heart, Mercy felt a bit helpless.

Noticing her downcast expression, Dexter wanted to distract her with something else.

"Would you like to see where I usually work, Mercy?"

His office!

Mercy's eyes lit up. She had never seen Dexter in his work environment before.

"Yes, yes, I'd love to!"

The girl brightened up immediately.

Such a child at heart, Dexter thought with a smile, shaking his head. He instructed, "Gavin, head straight back to the office."

The Walker family's branch office was located in the Twin Towers in the city center, a place where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. Yet, the Walker family occupied both towers, a testament to their immense wealth.

Dexter's office was on the 28th floor, with an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the vast plaza below.

When Mercy first stepped into Dexter's office, she thought she might have walked into the wrong place.

The black marble desk in the middle was fine, exuding understated luxury. But what was with the warm yellow desk standing beside it?

The desk was neatly arranged with all sorts of stationery and journals that young girls would love. Next to it, a storage rack was filled with five layers of snacks, drinks, fruits and pastries.

But the most enticing feature was the lazy sofa behind the desk. It looked incredibly soft, could recline flat and even had a footrest.

Mercy was now sunk into that soft sofa, watching animation and sipping on bubble tea, feeling so comfortable she didn't want to leave.

Ah, the sweet taste of capitalism, she thought. So delightful!

Dexter watched Mercy's puffed cheeks with a smile, feeling an urge to pinch them.

"If you need anything else, just let me know. I'll have Gavin get it for you."

He had arranged all this before they returned and though it was a bit rushed, it seemed everything was in place.

"No need, no need, this is perfect already."

Mercy raised her left hand, crossing her thumb and index finger to form a small heart for Dexter.

"Uncle, here's my little heart for you~"

Dexter surprisingly reached out and took it with a smile. "Got it." His serious demeanor made Mercy blush. She couldn't deny it—men who worked hard were indeed very attractive.

Dexter sat at his desk, reviewing documents. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a warm glow on him, highlighting his astonishingly long eyelashes. His profile was sharp, with deep, striking features, like a masterpiece crafted with utmost care.

Oh, how could an older man be this handsome!

Noticing Dexter's empty cup, Mercy eagerly offered to make him some coffee. "It's okay, the secretary can handle this," Dexter said, not wanting his favorite girl to lift a finger.

"But I really want to make it for you," Mercy insisted. Seeing her determination, Dexter allowed her to go ahead.

Mercy took his cup and navigated her way to the break room. Upon entering, she found another woman there—sporting wavy hair, a professional suit and a curvy figure.

The woman's expression changed when she saw the cup in Mercy's hand and she tried to snatch it away. "I'm the one who usually makes coffee for the boss," she said arrogantly, eyeing Mercy. "Who are you, anyway?"

Seeing Mercy dressed like a student, the woman assumed she was a recent graduate intern from a department downstairs, sneaking up here to catch the boss's attention.

What, is making coffee some kind of sacred ritual that only she can perform? Mercy couldn't quite grasp her logic.

"Today, I want to make coffee for Uncle," Mercy said, dodging out of the way and standing her ground.

This woman must be Dexter's secretary or assistant. Mercy hadn't expected that besides Gavin, Uncle had such a pretty assistant. Even though she trusted him, she couldn't help but feel a little pang of jealousy.

Seeing Mercy dodge her, Sarah was even more annoyed that she couldn't snatch the cup away. She stood to the side, holding her own cup and mocked Mercy.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, young girls these days don't know how to improve themselves. All they think about is climbing the social ladder, but they don't even know their own worth. Look at you, with your childish looks. If a man likes anyone, it's someone with a figure like mine."

As she spoke, Sarah gave Mercy a disdainful glance, flaunting her curves.

Mercy thought, what on earth is she talking about? This is getting more ridiculous by the second.

"Oh? So, according to you, the boss likes your type?" Mercy raised an eyebrow, curious.

"Of course, I'm the woman in the executive office most likely to become the boss's wife," Sarah said, lifting her head proudly.

"Really? How come I didn't know that?"

Just then, a familiar voice came from the doorway.