After Rejecting My Confession, My Uncle's Overwhelmed With Regret

Henry frowned at me. I hadn't called him "uncle" since I confessed my love, thinking it would close the gap between us. But now, ready to give up, I returned to the beginning.

"What do you want?" he snapped. "Didn't I tell you not to bother me?"

"I want to change rooms," I replied.

Henry chose my room himself. It had great lighting, beautiful decor, and was right next to his. Too close for comfort.

When Henry was fourteen, he said, "Lola lives closest to me, so it's convenient for me to take care of her."

Now, he had someone else to care for, and I had to step back. It was better to give up my position than be kicked out later. I knew the future mistress of the Jones family was more important than the adopted daughter.

"If you want to change, just change," he said impatiently, slamming the door in my face.

I moved to a corner room downstairs, next to an abandoned study filled with junk. During the move, Henry didn't show up; he was likely too busy with his girlfriend.

After settling in, I called my mom. "Mom, I've thought about it. I'm going abroad with you."

Now that I decided to go abroad, I had to complete the necessary paperwork. After submitting the application, I waited for the certificate.

During that time, Henry and I hardly spoke, only sharing awkward silence at the dinner table.

"It's like we're strangers," I finally said one evening.

"Worse than strangers," he replied, not looking up. "At least strangers acknowledge each other."

I nodded, feeling the distance between us grow. We couldn't even manage a simple conversation anymore.

Mary Angel moved into my old room, and I watched her come and go, a bitter smile on my face.

Why bother with separate rooms when they could just live together?

It was rare to see Mary Angel in the mornings, but today, there she was at the dinner table. I finished my meal quickly and stood up.

"I'm done," I said, nodding to both of them.

As I walked out, I could feel Henry's gaze on me, his discomfort palpable.

"Lola, what's with the coldness?" he asked.

I didn't turn back. "Just being sensible."

"Where are you going? Let me take you. It's raining outside," Henry Jones said, surprising me after three years of avoidance since my confession.

I felt a flutter in my chest but quickly masked it. "No need. It's Valentine's Day. You two should enjoy your date. I'm just going to school to fill out some forms and will be back soon."

Henry looked taken aback. "Valentine's Day?"

I forced a smile. "Didn't you get a big gift for Mary? Have a great holiday."

"What are you talking about?" He frowned.

I shrugged, keeping my tone light. "I saw the news. The next head of the Jones won a jade bracelet worth millions at auction."

God knows how heartbroken I felt seeing that news.

I recalled when I was seventeen. Henry asked, "Lola, you'll be eighteen next year. What birthday gift do you want?"

I joked, "A bracelet, the kind in novels. A glass one will do." I smiled, knowing no gift could compare to him.

Henry laughed and scratched my nose. "A glass bracelet? You're quite greedy, little girl."

...

He remembered. But it wasn't for me.

"That's a gift from me." he started.

"Henry!" Mary interrupted, cutting him off.

"Henry Jones, you prepared a gift for me! What is it?" Mary asked, rising from the table and wrapping her arms around his.