From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1632

Chapter 1632: Extra 706 – The One Deeply In Love Cannot Cross_3 Chapter 1632: Extra 706 – The One Deeply In Love Cannot Cross_3 Sheila Cook sat with her knees hugged to her chest, her face streaked with unshed tears.

In this world, there will never be another man as devoted as her dear uncle, but there won’t be another woman named Aubree Groove either.

Sheila felt so upset; the pain in her heart was almost suffocating her.

A shadow fell beside her.

A large hand gently tousled her hair.

“What are you crying for, little girl?

Who’s bullying you?

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Tell your big brother, and I’ll teach them a lesson.”

Sheila threw herself into his arms, crying bitterly.

Edric Lewis was slightly taken aback and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

He carefully lifted his hand, gently patting her back as if consoling a baby.

“Stop crying.

Girls who cry a lot will get wrinkles on their faces.”

“You’re talking nonsense.” Sheila vehemently blew her nose on his shirt.

Edric’s face turned green.

He swallowed his disgust and resisted the urge to push her away.

“Tell me, why are you crying?”

“I’ve read a love story, it was so touching that I couldn’t help but cry.”

Edric sniffed in disbelief, “Women are such a hassle.”

She stomped on his foot, “You’re the trouble, with your crude remarks that reflect no finer sensibilities.

Keep that mouth of yours shut, I don’t know what woman will be foolish enough to marry you.”

Edric gave her a side glance, coughed lightly, “Honestly, as long as it’s not you.”

Sheila sprang up like a tiger whose tail has been stepped on, “Edric Lewis, how dare you reject me?”

Edric touched his nose, “You don’t want me either, do you?”

“Of course, it’s normal for me to not want you.

With the way you look, my father would probably chase me out of the house with a broomstick if I brought you home.

Every man in this world pales in comparison to my dear uncle.”

Seeing this, Edric’s eyes sparkled, and he sat up straight, “Sheila, take me to meet your dear uncle.”

Sheila gave him a skeptical look, “What do you want?”

“Your uncle is my idol.

I want to apprentice under him.”

“You?” Sheila eyed him up and down, her glance full of disdain.

“I suggest you drop it.

My uncle doesn’t instruct incompetents.”

“In return, I promise you meals for your entire four years of university.”

“I’m not strapped for cash.”

He gritted his teeth, “You like Alta’s figurines, right?

I’ll give them all to you.”

“Sorry, but I’m past the age of adolescence.”

Then, what should I do to see your uncle?”

Sheila shook her head, “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but my uncle doesn’t like meeting outsiders.”

Of course, Edric Lewis knew what had happened to Anton Cook.

He thought that after so long, Anton should have started moving on.

“Perhaps your uncle might agree to guide me when he sees my good potential?” Edric asked with a shrewd smile.

Sheila examined him seriously, “Edric Lewis, do you really like music?”

The young man’s eyes lit up, “Of course.”

Sheila mumbled to herself, “You really do resemble my uncle when he was younger.”

Being told he resembled his idol, Edric’s smile almost reached his ears.

“However, my uncle is much more handsome, and he didn’t have this messy hair.”

“This is the Harajuku gradient style, don’t comment if you don’t understand.”

“If you want to meet my uncle, you can.

But from now on, you have to be on call.”

“Sheila Cook, don’t push it.”

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“Then forget about it.” Sheila got up to leave.

“Fine, I agree.” He gritted his teeth.

Sheila curled her lips, not looking back as she walked away.

“Wait for my call.”

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On the weekend, Sheila took Edric to the neighborhood where her uncle, Anton Cook, lived.

Before they arrived, she had called her uncle in advance, but he didn’t pick up.

She was used to it, so she sent him a text message to explain the situation.

His house was clean and sparse, emanating a sense of cold loneliness.

When she couldn’t find her uncle, she took out her phone and called Keanu Ledger.

“Uncle Ledger, is Anton not home?

Is he at the company?”

“Oh, let me check.” Keanu opened the flight-booking app on his phone.

“He had a flight to Pethkids at two in the morning.”

Keanu had long since given up.

He had no expectations for Anton, as long as he was still alive, that was enough.

Sheila, “Two in the morning?

To Pethkids?”

“Don’t worry.

This is how your uncle is.

He often has nightmares and wakes up in the middle of the night.

Pethkids might have some memories he can’t forget and it may calm his mind.”

Keanu sighed deeply when he said this.

Some people may be alive, but they’re already dead inside.

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