Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 141

Chapter 141 You Need To Get Laid

Priscilla felt more upset than humiliated, because all five men rejected her.

In her mind, five dashing knights fell out with the princess because of a tiny misunderstanding. They all left the castle. As the princess cried and chased after them, she took a tumble and passed away. The five knights returned and regretted their decision for eternity.

This is so sad.

Priscilla cried all the way home. Shawn, who had been waiting for her, pulled her into his embrace.

“Why didn’t you pick up my call?”

Priscilla sobbed even louder. “Shawn, is it really my fault? I didn’t mean it… Why did the principal fire me? And the Crawfords won’t forgive me either.”

“No, it’s not your fault. There, there.”

While Priscilla wept, she caught a glimpse of her vulnerable but attractive face in the mirror. Yet the one hugging her now could not be more ordinary looking. She used to think that Shawn was handsome, but now that she had met Anthony and Blake, Shawn looked… bland. Priscilla thought she could do better than Shawn. A girl like her should be held in the arms of Anthony or Blake. She shoved Shawn away and ran out.

“Peachy!” Shawn gave chase, but he couldn’t find her in the corridor. Frantically, he summoned an elevator and went down. In the dim stairwell, Priscilla came out. She whimpered,

“I’m sorry, Shawn. We are not meant to be together.”

With her broken heart, Priscilla went to Flynn’s place.

“Peachy?” Flynn was surprised to see her. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Priscilla looked at Flynn’s ordinary face. She felt even worse. But either way, it was too late to go anywhere. She would just spend the night crying at Flynn’s place before leaving him tomorrow.

Oh, her miserable life!

…

Inside Lilly’s room, Bettany applied a cold compress on Lilly’s forehead.

“I can do it,” Blake volunteered. He felt bad bothering an elderly woman at night.

Bettany just glared back. “Shut up.”

Lilly lay obediently and allowed Bettany to treat her bruise. “Grandma, I’m okay.”

“You too. Shut up.”

Both the father and the daughter were silenced.

“Ahem,” Blake coughed. “Lilly, do you want to listen to a story?”

Blake grabbed the few storybooks on the table.

Lilly raised her hand immediately. “Fan-fictions, please. I want one that has something called a harem. Like a girl who makes babies with two boyfriends.”

It took Blake and Bettany a while to process what they just heard.

“Blake!” Bettany hollered. “What kind of stories do you read to Lilly?”

Blake felt wrongly accused. He would never show Lilly those kinds of materials.

Lilly looked at Pablo. “What’s wrong with that, Pablo?”

Bettany couldn’t see who Lilly was talking to.

Pablo was left speechless. He was talking about cheesy fan-fiction. Not PG18 materials. That said, both were equally awful.

“It’s okay. Let’s forget about it,” said Pablo wryly.

Lilly pouted. She knew it. Her good-for-nothing mentor was teaching her nothing good again!

Lilly turned to Bettany. “Never mind. I want to listen to 100 Floors Under Water.”

Blake was relieved to hear that. He took out the storybook. “Sure. Once upon a time…”

In a kid’s bedroom, the daredevil, Blake, was telling Lilly a story. It was a rare sight. Bettany left the room quietly. As she exited the room, her legs felt funny. Ever since Lilly gave her legs a massage, Bettany could move part of the muscles. She tried to get up, to no avail. With a shake of her head, she mocked her own wishful thinking.

Inside the room, Blake sat beside Lilly and came up with the story on the spot. He had a husky and soothing voice. Before long, Lilly fell asleep. Blake put down the storybook and watched Lilly, affection in his eyes.

“Goodnight, my angel.” Blake then kissed Lilly’s forehead.

He was grateful for Lilly. He only lamented that he couldn’t be there when she was born. But it didn’t matter anymore. From now on, he would stay by her side. Blake tucked Lilly in gently and walked toward the balcony out of reflex.

Polly, who was asleep, woke up and made way for Blake. It cocked its head, “Wanna sleep next to me, Blake?”

Blake’s face twitched. Who in his right mind would sleep next to a parrot?

Blake flicked the parrot’s head jokingly. “You need to get laid.”

Blake closed the glass door leading to the balcony before leaving the room. In her dream, Lilly caught the harem spirit. Her jar of soul was almost full.

Meanwhile, Pablo pulled his hair while looking through his booklet. “This can’t be it. Where is she?”

Indeed, where was Jean?