My Lovely CEO Husband

Chapter 6 Call Me Uncle

　　Samantha bit her lip and whispered to herself that it was not the right time to lose her temper. Her grandfather was not by her side, no one would be bothered by her temper. In this place, the only thing she could do was to be obedient.

　　Although that was what she thought, Samantha's pretty almond-shaped eyes were getting watery. She slowly got up and kept her head down, avoiding Henderson's eyes. Under the dim light, her fingers were fair and delicate, slowly unbuttoning the black buttons.

　　Before she left her home today, she purposely put on an old-fashioned, black plaid shirt and tied her hair into two ugly braids so that Master Falcon would not be interested in her. However, at this moment, her fair fingers contrasted against the black buttons when she undid her shirt, and her smooth and baby-like skin was revealed inch by inch. Her collarbones looked like a butterfly that was about to fly, and it made him felt excited at the sight of it.

　　Henderson's eyes darkened. Over the years, he had so many admirers but he only felt disgusted. He had never expected himself to be seduced by a young girl's body.

　　Samantha had already unbuttoned her third button, revealing the pale pink camisole underneath the shirt. Just as she was about to suppress her embarrassment to undo the fourth one, there was a sudden growling noise in the silent room.

　　Samantha's fingers stilled.

　　Henderson smiled and said, "Are you hungry?"

　　It was her stomach growling.

　　Samantha lowered her head even more, and she answered with an extremely small voice, "Yes."

　　She had not eaten for the whole day. Before she left home, there was no breakfast for her. No one had prepared food for her at the Falcon family either. After all, in the eyes of all the Falcon family, she might not even survive the night.

　　Henderson asked lightly, "Do you want something to eat?"

　　Samantha took a cautious look at him and nodded gently.

　　He then reproved annoyedly, "Don't you know how to speak? Why do you always just nod?"

　　She held the quilt tightly. After a while, she answered, "Master Falcon, I'm hungry..."

　　Henderson questioned, "What did you call me?"

　　Samantha's eyes widened up.

　　"If not Master Falcon, then what should I call him? Young Master?... Husband?" she pondered.

　　She would most definitely not address him as "husband".

　　Henderson suddenly pinched the tip of her chin, and his thumb slowly caressed her moist, red lips. Her face trembled slightly in his palm.

　　"Perhaps, if I had gotten married early, my daughter could even be about the same age as you." The man suddenly said.

　　Samantha was speechless, "What a liar! Who could father a child at the age of 14?"

　　Henderson stared at Samantha for some time, and then said, "Call me uncle and I'll give you something to eat."

　　"..." Samantha's stomach growled again. She blushed and called in a low voice, "Uncle."

　　The girl's voice was very soft and sweet.

　　Henderson narrowed his eyes. Letting go of her, he pressed one of the metallic buttons by the bed.

　　In less than a minute, someone knocked on his door and said, "Master Falcon."

　　Henderson then briefly turned to her and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

　　Samantha was stunned for a moment.

　　Other than her grandfather, no one had ever asked her what she wanted to eat. After her grandfather was hospitalized, she never heard those words again.

　　She didn't expect that it was this devil who would ask her this question...

　　Samantha pursed her lips. She didn't want to bother people at night, so she answered, "Anything."

　　"Did you hear that?" Henderson asked in a cold voice.

　　The man outside the door seemed to be a little surprised, but he still obeyed.

　　Half an hour later, Samantha was served with a steaming-hot seafood stew.

　　The seafood stew was very thick. The fragrance of the seafood and the delicious broth mixed well together. The mouthwatering taste engulfed her tongue.

　　Henderson only looked at Samantha, who was eating the bowl of stew like a hamster, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

　　She answered cautiously, "Yes, it's super delicious."

　　"Let me have a taste," Henderson said. Before she could react, he had already lowered his head and taken the spoon from her hand.

　　Samantha was shocked.

　　Henderson narrowed his eyes and commented, "It's just so-so."

　　Samantha was holding her breath.

　　Because at that moment, Henderson was so close to her that she could clearly see his eyelashes and smell his breath.

　　He had the bitter scent of medicine on him, and a hint of an inexplicable wooden fragrance. The smell was faint, but it made her feel short of breath.

　　"Are you full?" Henderson asked again when he saw that Samantha had stiffened.

　　She hurriedly scooped a spoonful of stew into her mouth. After a while, she realized it was the same spoon that Henderson had just used.

　　"..." She blushed, her face almost burning hot.

　　Henderson seemed to be tired, so he didn't mention the body examination again and just went to lay on the bed.

　　Samantha finished the stew and went to the bathroom. After a simple wash-up, she lay down in her warm and comfortable quilt. She thought to herself, "Master Henderson is not as horrible as everyone said. He even gave me some food."