Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Tina's words were muffled as she pressed her perfectly arched nose against the man's chest. It sounded like she was crying, which made Jared's heart tighten and his embrace tighten even more. His tone was as gentle as if he were soothing a child, his hand not idle, patting Tina's back, "It's okay, all these horror movies are fake. Tina, don't cry."

Tina retorted, "Which eye of yours saw me crying?"

Realizing that talking was getting her nowhere, her idle hand climbed to Jared's waist. Through the thin fabric, her smooth fingertips traced across the man's abdomen, bringing a tingling sensation.

Jared felt a dryness in his throat and a tightening in his lower abdomen. His eyes, usually filled with tender indulgence, suddenly deepened, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, "Tina, are you trying to seduce me?"

If it had been any other time, Tina would have been dazzled by such a tone in a man's voice. This time, however, she remained silent, not making a sound. Finding the right spot on his waist, her index finger and thumb suddenly pinched hard, "Seduce you, my foot!"

Caught off guard, Jared couldn't help but grunt in pain. His grip loosened, and with a gentle push, he found himself falling onto the couch, "If it weren't for Orson not coming home lately, I'd think you taught him those awkward moves!" Tina straddled Jared, her legs open, "Uncle, can you stop using those cheesy lines from the TV? They really don't suit you. Look at me, do I look like someone who would be scared of that?"

Jared lay on the couch, half his face buried in a pillow. The more Tina spoke, the funnier she found the situation, and seeing Jared seemingly embarrassed only made her smile more, "Why don't you just be yourself, Uncle?" After speaking, she got off him and patted his shoulder soothingly. Deciding to let him digest the moment alone, she walked away to answer a phone call, "Ella Bailey, what's up?"

As she spoke, her voice still carried a lingering laugh. Ella Bailey paused, took the phone away to check, and confirming it was Tina's number, put it back to her ear, "Are you possessed? How can you be so happy seeing her number?" Tina resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "Speak quickly."

Her tone was cold and impatient, but Ella Bailey wasn't offended. Instead, she sighed in relief. This was the Tina she knew. That other reaction must have been her imagination.

"Day after tomorrow, ten in the morning, at the teahouse next to your house, let's meet."

Even though Ruud had told her to go directly to Logan, after the debacle her mother had caused with the family, she felt too ashamed to meet this grandfather she had never seen.

Thinking it over, Ella Bailey decided to start with Tina. Tina didn't answer immediately but turned to look at Jared still lying on the couch pretending to be in his own world, "Okay, if there's nothing else, I'm hanging up now." "Alright..."

Ella Bailey didn't finish her word, listening to the dial tone. She stiffened for a good few seconds before reacting, "I really... Tina, you better not fall into my hands!"

Tina, unaware of Ella Bailey's curses, hung up and went back to sit down, pulling Jared to face her, "Uncle, stop pretending, you're too old for these games." Jared held Tina's chin with one hand, "You're right, this really isn't for me."

"Right, I told you, you just... hey!"

Tina saw that he was listening and seriously wanted to continue arguing with him.

Jared, however, wasn't absorbing any of it. Seizing a moment when he was unattended, he suddenly sat up and scooped Tina into a horizontal lift.

"Tina, now is not the time for chatting."

He resembled an ancient emperor carrying a beauty back to his palace.

Jared strode up the stairs, placed Tina on the bed, and began to unbutton his own shirt. His gaze, intense and invasive, landed squarely on Tina, causing her cheeks to burn. Her body curled slightly, swallowing hard several times. Her cheeks flushed like blooming peach blossoms, her eyes seductive as silk.

The moment Jared's perfect physique was exposed, a strange gulping sound filled the air.

Jared's eyebrows raised, his eyes heavy with desire as he looked at Tina, "What's the matter, Tina? Can't wait any longer?"

Tina's fair cheeks turned the color of ripe apples, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on Jared's solid muscles. Her hands, unreservedly, climbed his sculpted abs as if scaling a rock.

Finally, under Jared's fiery gaze, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Tina arched her back, her enticing eyes captivating, "Indeed, I can hardly wait. Uncle, what are you waiting for?"

The room surged with passion, a scene of spring.

At Bailey Manor, in an ancient-styled courtyard, Mr. Bailey lay in a rocking chair, with Vivienne fanning him by his side.

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"Victor, I heard that the task you assigned to Ella has not yet been completed?"

Victor Bailey didn't speak, merely nodding slightly.

Vivienne leaned in close, whispering into the old man's ear, "Don't be too anxious. Ella, after all, is still young. It's understandable if her abilities are lacking. In my opinion, you shouldn't trouble her further. Why not try a different approach that would still firmly bind us to the Langdon family?"

Victor opened his eyes, "What approach?"

"Marriage. What has ever been more binding than matrimonial alliances since ancient times?"

Vivienne set down her fan, her well-maintained hand resting on Victor's chest, "Kelly is of age now. Why not take this opportunity to find her a match within the Langdon family? It would resolve our daughter's marital affairs and also free you from worry."

Her tone was soft, sounding almost offhand.

However, Victor, who had been the family head for many years, could discern the underlying implications in her words.

He turned to look at Vivienne, pushing her hand away and sitting up, "Kelly's marriage, I have plans for. You needn't concern yourself with that. The Langdon family, they're not suitable for her."

"Why are they not suitable?"

Vivienne, slightly annoyed, pushed at him, "Kelly is your second daughter. Our Bailey family might not be as powerful as the Langdon family, but we are still prominent within the hidden clans, certainly a match of equal social standing." She paused, as if struck by a thought, and blinked back tears, "Or is it that you, like those other people, disapprove of Kelly's background? But initially, wasn't it you who insisted on marrying a daughter from the Farrell family? If not for that, how would we, mother and daughter, still be criticized by the world to this day?"