Uncle, Love Me Deeper

Episode 8

"I heard uncle from your mouth after so many years," he remarked. I lowered my head. Uncle immediately said, "Come on, sit here." I sat next to him on his bed, still staring down. Aaron said, "Ivy, are you still mad at me?" In answer to his question, I said nothing. Do you want to hear that I still love you, or do you want me to beg you to accept my emotions? "Uncle, have a rest," I murmured as I got out of bed.

He called me "Ivy" once again. My eyes were welling up with tears. Maybe it's because I'm able to see him now, or maybe it's because I'm seeing you again. My thoughts wandered back to an old memory. I didn't look at him.

Aaron said, "Look at me." "Please, uncle, let me leave," I said. I was about to walk away when Aaron grabbed my hand firmly. My spine was chilled by a chilly breeze. My heart began to beat rapidly.

"Ivy, I think you have completely forgotten about the past. I don't mind that because you were a little girl at the time," he said. Hearing his remarks made my blood simmer with rage. I turned to face him, and he was staring at me.

Ivy, it's not you. Why are you so jittery when it comes to his case? He was your childhood crush, no, he was your first love, and he is still your true love. He was the first man who refused my touch and pushed me away. I gritted my teeth.

I smiled at him and let go of his grasp on my hand. "Uncle, do you think I'm sexy now?" I said as I placed his hand around my waist.

He jerked his hand and said, "Ivy." I pushed him onto the bed and got on top of him. Surprisingly, he was staring at me with widened eyes.

I put my thumb on his lips and murmured, "I'm not that 11-year-old kid, uncle." I'm now 19 years old. I'm no longer afraid of your yelling or scolding, and I'm not going to listen to you." I stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I walked out of his room, winking at him.

Aaron's point of view.

Her behavior astounded me. I was still lying down on the bed. f**k! This girl! She is still the same as before. She gets crazier and crazier as time goes on. Is it possible that I'll make the same mistake by coming here again?

On the other hand,

I dashed into my room and jumped into bed.I was just thinking about what I did a few seconds ago. I smiled as I pressed my lips together. I want to kiss you on the lips. f**k!

Suddenly, my smile faded and my inner voice began to speak. "You know what, Ivy, you're such a shameless jerk. Did you really forget what he did to you? "..

How am I supposed to forget that? But if he's actually back here, I'm not going to abandon him that simply.

Ivy pressed her lips together and began to remember a time when she was 11 years old and Aaron was 16 years old.

A flashback

Ivy said, "Mom, I'm going outside."

I took my racquet and ball downstairs to play badminton. But then I noticed a boy in our drawing room. I went there with a lot of curiosity. "Hello," I said, as a greeting.

I smiled as I said hello. He smiled and gazed at me with widened eyes, but he didn't say hello. I gently touched his hand and abruptly shook it. "Hey, can you speak?" I asked. But he jerked his hand away from me and stood up from the sofa. I stared at him with my eyes narrowing. Is he afraid of me? "Come along with me. I'm going to play a match of badminton, "I said.

Then he began to speak. He stated, "I don't want to play badminton." "Why?" I asked. "Or don't you know how to play?" I asked.

"No, I'm not interested in playing with you," he stated flatly. Hearing him, I was a little disappointed that he refused to play with me. I sat enraged on the sofa and said, "Tell me why?"

"You don't know how to play," I said. When he heard me, he frowned and said, "Do you know how to swim?"

I stopped smiling and nodded. "I know, at first glance. I assumed you didn't know how to swim," he said.

"How?" I asked. He said, "I won't tell you." "But why?" I asked. In a single word, he stated, "my wish." I began nagging, "noooo, tell me." He nodded, "no." "Hey," I was going to say, when Dad walked into the room.

"Aaron", Mr. Franklin called him. I first looked at my dad, then at him. As a result, he's Aaron. He said, "brother."

"How are you doing?" Dad asked. He nodded as if everything was OK. After that, he and my dad hugged. "Aaron, please have a seat. Dad told me everything over the phone. "Please feel free to ask anything, okay?" stated Mr. Franklin.

"Ivy, honey, come here," my dad said. "Daddy," I said with a smile as I approached him. "He's your uncle," Dad said, upon introducing him to me. "Uncle? But, Dad, he's still a kid. He couldn't possibly be my uncle, could he? Aaron looked down as he heard my dad laugh. "So, what, baby?" dad said. " No, I'm not going to call him uncle." I smiled at him and replied, "I'll call him by his name." But, he gave an unpleasant grimace. "All right, call him anything you want, and now take him to his room," Dad said.

"Which one, dad?" Gleefully, I asked. "It's up to you, my princess," Dad said, patting my head.

"Then I'll take him upstairs to be near my room," I answered with a nod. Dad smiled and nodded.

I smiled and grabbed his hand, saying, "Come with me." He narrowed his eyes, but I disregarded his irritated expression and led him to his room.

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