My Lovely CEO Husband

Chapter 15 Uncle\'s Affection

　　"Uncle..." Samantha muttered, "I... I'm telling the truth."

　　Henderson moved his fingers away but he didn't let Samantha get up from his lap. Arms around her waist, he made a questioning sound, "Hmm?"

　　He then frowned. "Why is this girl's waist so thin? I could easily grasp it with one hand. Is she really eighteen, or is she eight?" He thought to himself.

　　Samantha tried her best to ignore the situation she was in, and said dejectedly, "My half-sister, Wynette wants to go to Scrollania College. My father... Yosef came today and wanted me to ask for your help."

　　Henderson was not surprised to hear the girl call her father by his name. As for the admission quota of the college, he did not think it was worth mentioning. He only cared about her last sentence. "Then, why didn't you come to ask me?" He asked.

　　Hearing the man's faint breathing, Samantha shrunk her neck and held the edge of her pastel green dress tightly as she answered, "Because... because I don't want to bother you, Uncle."

　　Henderson lifted her chin with a finger and said, "So you went to bother Mrs. Falcon?"

　　Samantha thought that he was angry. After all, even if Henderson did not have a good relationship with Mrs. Falcon, she was still his grandmother. Therefore, Samantha hurriedly explained, "No... it wasn't me. It was my stepmother, she sent someone to get Madam Falcon..."

　　In fact, Henderson was aware of that matter after hearing it from Brinton earlier. He just couldn't help but tease her when he saw her blushing face. "And you begged her?" He asked.

　　Samantha bit her lip and felt extremely shameless. The marriage was only a money matter between the Falcon family and the Jackson family, but now the latter had come to take advantage of the Falcon family through her. Samantha herself couldn't stand it either.

　　She gently tugged at Henderson's sleeve, looked up at the man's handsome but pallid face and stammered, "You... Please don't be angry, I can... I can make up for that..."

　　Henderson looked at her calmly, like a beast watching its prey under the sunlight. "How are you planning to make up for that?" He questioned her.

　　Samantha gritted her teeth and finally said, "I... I may be able to cure your illness..."

　　Henderson was stunned at her reply.

　　He had almost forgotten that this girl was from a family of famous medical doctors for generations.

　　He slowly stroked Samantha's waist with his fingers and asked, "Seriously?"

　　Samantha did not notice that this old man was taking her advantage. She raised her petite face and answered solemnly, "I'm not sure either. I'll need to do a physical examination first."

　　Henderson's eyes darkened slightly.

　　He was hesitant. "What if she finds out that I am pretending to be sick?" He thought.

　　"Sure." The man's voice contained a hint of amusement. He slowly stretched his hand out, looked at Samantha and said, "Go ahead."

　　Samantha whispered, "Then... will you please put me down?"

　　Henderson asked mockingly, "Who are you asking to put you down?"

　　Samantha answered, "...Uncle."

　　Henderson loosened his grip. Samantha hurriedly stood up and took a deep breath. Then, she half-squatted in front of Henderson and placed her slender fingers on Henderson's pulse point.

　　Henderson was observing her quietly.

　　He was ready to send her to h*ll if she she uttered a word that displeased him.

　　"...Uncle." Samantha's eyebrows furrowed, and her pale feature was filled with uncertainty. "The doctor who diagnosed you, is he not very good?" She asked.

　　The murderous intent in Henderson's eyes suddenly dispersed, and he asked, "Why do you say that?"