Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 734 Double Meaning

Lilly held the phone, staring at the screen in a daze.

Ms. Gemma Sullivan…?

Oh! Gemma Sullivan!

The young lady Lilly’s mother possessed!

She hadn’t seen her in such a long time. Lilly had a great impression of this young lady that her mother

had clung on to for a while. She forgot to be sleepy altogether, hurriedly making a phone call over.

“Hello?” Her adorable voice was a little nasally from just having woken up.

Gemma was struck by the cuteness at once. “Lilly, there’s this guy who won’t leave me alone. He’s so

weird and narcissistic!”

Lilly held the phone in one hand, clutching her pants in the other. “Gemma, why haven’t you called me

in such a long time!”

Gemma stopped short. “Huh? I just didn’t want to disturb you guys…”

They were all a happy family— there was no point in interrupting that.

The two of them chatted for a while, when Lilly suddenly began counting on her fingers. “Gemma, don’t

block him! I’ll come looking for you another day!”

Gemma said, “Huh…?”

Lilly hung up the phone in a hurry. “Oh me oh my, I’m gonna be late for school! Bye, Gemma!”

Gemma said, “What???”

Beep beep beep…

Gemma looked at her phone, seeing messages come in from Chad.

You’re twenty-two this year, you don’t have much time left… you’re going to be out of the market once

you pass twenty-five.

I’m right, aren’t I!

Gemma frowned, and could not help but reply:

My *ss, you’re right! You useless man, I can’t believe you went to school for so many years just to turn

out like this!

Conservative people cover their bodies up, but I think you’ve covered your f*cking brain!

Did you not put on your brain this morning waking up? Stinking up my inbox with your dimwit

messages!

How much do you make a month? A couple thousand dollars? Who are you to say women are out of

the market? Go ask your mother if you’re in the market at all, you piece of garbage!

Gemma got more and more angry as she typed. She sent a few swearing emojis, before chucking her

phone to the side.

She switched to another phone, throwing on a new set of clothes and left the house to have breakfast.

She had an abundance of phones anyways, and all of them were functioning.

She wasn’t going to work, and there was no need to worry that someone would have to reach her

urgently!

She could do whatever she wanted.

Over on another end.

Chad’s expression was expression, staring at his phone in a fit of fury.

What a trashy woman. These children whose parents died early on truly weren’t taught any manners at

all!

How dare a woman like this still be picky? She should be thankful that someone found her attractive at

all!

But Chad realized that Gemma did not block him after telling him off, and scoffed to himself.

See? Women were just annoying like this. She clearly didn’t have feelings for him, but was still keeping

him in her contacts just so there would be an extra person liking and commenting on her posts

whenever she updated.

He sent another text: It’s not classy for a woman to use the word ‘f*ck’. Please mind your language.

I’ll teach you next time. Manners can be taught, and developed.

“What are you doing, Chad?’

Chanice had just finished making breakfast and saw that Chad was still sitting around. She went and

hugged his arm.

Chad locked his phone. “Nothing.”

Chanice had a sharp eye, and could see that he seemed to be chatting with a girl.

She said, annoyed, “Who was that?”

Chad smiled gently. “Just a colleague.”

Chanice stretched out an arm. “Show me.”

Chad’s expression shifted at once, his previous tenderness turning cold as he narrowed his eyes.

“Why? Are you suspecting me of something?’

Chanice said, “That’s not what I meant…”

Chad scoffed. “If you don’t trust me at all, there’s no point in us being together! The most important

thing in a relationship is mutual trust!”

The ghost matchmaker on top of Chanice’s head saw the opportunity, and said at once, “Look what

you’ve done! What was the point of that? You’ve screwed over another relationship again!”

“He was fine just now, but now he’s unhappy and it’s all your fault! Think about what you’ve done!”

Chanice felt a strange remorse.

Was it really her fault?

She should have trusted him…

“I’m sorry!” Chanice hurried over, apologizing meekly. “I didn’t mean that.”

Chad said, annoyed, “Let’s just eat!”

He sat down at the table, eating on his own.

Chanice bit her lip. She felt wronged, and could not help but tear up while eating.

For some reason, after getting back together with him she would feel a sense of fear from time to time

as she would lose him just like that…

Just then, Chanice’s phone rang.

She stood up and was about to pick up the call, but Chad shouted at her. “Hold on, who’s that?”

Chanice opened and closed her mouth. “Just a friend… a normal friend!”

Chad smirked. “Why would you have to go outside to pick up the call if it’s just a friend? Can’t you take

the call in front of me?”

Chanice gripped the phone. “It’s not like that…”

Chad slammed his utensils down, crossing his arms. “Pick up! Put it on loudspeaker.”

Chanice did not want to do it, feeling a strange fear at the sight of the incoming call. But to prove her

‘innocence’ to Chad, she picked up the call anyway.

“Hello…”

It was a man’s voice. “Chanice, wanna have breakfast? The gang’s all here.”

Chanice felt a strange wave of panic. “That’s quite alright…”

The man stopped short, asking in a confused tone, “Are you alright? You sound pretty sick, do you

want us to pay you a visit?”

Chanice’s friends all knew about what she had gone through after the breakup.

There were a few more friends’ voices in the call, all girls. They were all concerned over whether she

was alright or not.

Chanice hurried to say, “I’m fine… I’m going to go now!”

She hung up the call once, trying to explain herself at the sight of Chad’s ashen expression. “Chad, it’s

not like that. Listen to me…”