Chapter 212: My husband
As Abby and Remo made their way through the room, the tension seemed to crackle in the air, a palpable energy that sent shivers down Abby’s spine. But she refused to let the discomfort faze her, her steps purposeful and determined as they approached her uncle.
Her uncle’s dark look did not waver as they drew near, his eyes cold and calculating as they bore into Abby’s. But she held her ground, refusing to back down in the face of his hostility.
"Uncle," Abby greeted him coolly, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her.
Her uncle’s lips twisted into a sneer, his disdain evident in every line of his face. "Abigail," he replied curtly, his tone dripping with venom.
Abby felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside her at the dismissive tone in her uncle’s voice, but she swallowed it back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose her composure.
Instead, she turned her attention to his business partner, offering him a polite smile and a firm handshake. "It’s a pleasure to meet you," she said, her voice calm and composed.
The man returned her gesture with a nod of his head, his eyes flickering briefly with curiosity as he glanced between Abby and her uncle. But he said nothing, choosing instead to focus on the matter at hand.
Abby’s uncle’s eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to Remo, his gaze assessing as he took in the imposing figure standing beside Abby. "And who might this be?" he inquired, his tone laced with thinly veiled curiosity.
Remo stood tall and unflinching, his expression unreadable as he met her uncle’s gaze head-on. "I’m Remo," he replied evenly, his voice carrying a quiet strength that demanded attention.
Abby watched her uncle closely, her senses on high alert as she waited for his response. She knew that Remo’s presence by her side would likely raise questions, but she was prepared to handle whatever came their way.
Her uncle’s lips curled into a disdainful smirk as he looked Remo up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on the subtle bulge beneath Remo’s suit jacket that hinted at the presence of a concealed weapon. "And what is your relationship to my niece?" he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.