When they finished, she sent him a teasing voice message.
"Why didn’t you come save me? Hmph, I’m mad at you! You better make it up to me!"
He also sent her a voice message, chuckling, "My bad, my bad. Next time."
They then exchanged New Year’s greetings. It was also the time I had sent him my own message, but he simply ignored it.
Instead, he continued chatting with her about their New Year’s plans.
Later, he sent a photo to her with a follow-up message.
[Ugh, spending the holiday all alone. So lonely.]
She quickly responded, [Uncle, if you don’t mind, I can come keep you company?]
At that time, he replied to me, so a few minutes later, he replied to her, [No need, no need. My girlfriend’s here now. Let’s talk later.]
Even now, I was still trying to justify it in my head. Maybe she had sent the message to the wrong person. After all, she called him "uncle"... right?
Just then, the sound of water stopped abruptly and Wilbur stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
He was more than just rich—he was tall, good-looking, and had an athletic build. Back in college, he had even competed in swimming tournaments. Girls had always chased after him.