Chapter 142 Don't Call Me Uncle Anymore
After hanging up on Alex without letting him respond, Sharon blocked his number.
Soon, an unknown number called. Sharon ignored it, and after a few tries, it stopped.
She brought the dishes to the table and just finished tidying up the kitchen when the doorbell rang.
After confirming it was Seb, she opened the door.
Seb's eyes lit up at the smell of the food. "You cooked?"
Sharon nodded and let him in. "Yeah, let's eat before we go."
Seb saw the table set with appetizing dishes. The utensils were already laid out. He sat down and asked, "Did you cook often before?"
Sharon smiled, "No, the housekeeper usually did before I divorced Alex."
Seb didn't say more. He took a bite, paused, then drank some water. He tried another dish but gave up.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a great cook?" Seb asked.
"No, why?"
"Why do you still cook then?"
The food looked good, but it was way too salty. Seb regretted agreeing to dinner.
"Is it that bad?" Sharon wondered, thinking she followed the recipe.
"Try it yourself," Seb suggested.
Sharon tasted it and immediately spat it out. 'This is terrible,' she thought.
Feeling awkward, Sharon regretted cooking for Seb. She served him some soup. "I didn't add salt to the soup. Try it."
Seb saw an eggshell floating in the soup and put the bowl down. "Let's eat out."
Sharon agreed, realizing her cooking was inedible. "I'll clean up."
"No need, I'll have someone do it later."
"Alright, I'll go change."
She changed and brought her packed luggage, ready to leave after dinner.
When she came out, Seb was on his phone by the dining table.
"Uncle Seb, I'm ready. Let's go."
Seb pocketed his phone and took her suitcase.
They arrived at the restaurant around seven. As they walked in, a hidden camera captured them.
Ronald Perez, a well-known entertainment journalist, was staking out to catch a celebrity with a secret girlfriend but ended up photographing Seb and Sharon. They seemed normal, so he refocused on the celebrity.
After dinner, Sharon tried to pay, but Seb stopped her. "I don't let women pay, and you're my girlfriend now."
Sharon was momentarily stunned, not used to the term.
After paying, Seb smiled at the distracted Sharon. "Let's go."
As they left the restaurant, a panicked voice called out, "Excuse me! Please move."
Before Sharon could react, someone pushed her. She lost her footing, but Seb caught her.
"Are you okay?" Seb asked gently. Sharon nodded and stepped back, her heart racing.
Seb watched the man who had pushed her run towards the parking lot, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
Back at the villa, Seb asked the housekeeper to take Sharon to rest while he went to the study to contact Paul about the man who bumped into Sharon.
"Mr. Smith, we found out. That guy is a celebrity named Jose Thompson. He was on a date with his girlfriend at the restaurant. When he saw an entertainment journalist, he bolted and accidentally bumped into Ms. Wright."
Seb's expression was cold. "Teach him a lesson."
Paul was taken aback, realizing Sharon meant more to Seb than he thought.
After a pause, Paul suggested, "Should I leak that he has a girlfriend?"
Jose had a new romance drama coming out and was pretending to date the female lead. If news of his real relationship got out, it would hurt him.
"Do it."
Meanwhile, Ronald returned to his studio and reviewed his photos, frowning.
He only managed to capture Jose leaving the restaurant. He didn't get a shot of Jose's girlfriend. Jose would likely be more cautious now, making Ronald's efforts seem wasted.
Then, a photo caught Ronald's eye.
In it, Jose was descending the steps, while behind him, Seb was holding Sharon, his eyes full of tenderness. Even with only half of Sharon's profile visible, she looked stunning.
Originally meant to be the background, their charisma overshadowed Jose.
Ronald stroked his chin, deep in thought.
He wasn't a fan of snapping pics of the rich and powerful; they weren't like the powerless celebs in showbiz.
If he pissed off one of these wealthy families, he might not even know what hit him.
He was about to delete the photo, but it was too good to toss. He decided to keep it.
By midnight, news of Jose dating a non-celebrity girlfriend went viral. Within half an hour, the post had tens of thousands of comments, and Facebook even temporarily crashed.
Jose was woken up by his agent, Isabella Brown, demanding an explanation. Jose was just as confused.
"Isabella, I swear, when I was with Olivia, we weren't photographed. I don't know how this blogger found out, but the photos are blurry. If we deny it and issue a clarification, we should be fine."
Isabella, furious, said, "That's not what I'm talking about. Have you offended anyone recently? I tried to contact the higher-ups to hush this up, and they said we can't do any PR or clarifications!"
Jose was stunned. "I've been busy with work, and tonight was the only time I had dinner with Olivia. How could I have offended someone?"
Then he remembered bumping into a woman at the restaurant.
But he was wrapped up tightly, so she couldn't know who he was.
Isabella thought the same. She knew Jose hadn't caused trouble recently.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "For now, you and Olivia Johnson can't meet. I'll go to the company tomorrow to find out more."
Jose's face was grim. "What about the leak? I'm pretending to be the boyfriend of the new drama's female lead. Ignoring this will cost me fans and spark gossip!"
"Losing fans is better than being blacklisted. We'll handle it tomorrow."
After Isabella left, Jose slumped on the couch, looking dark and brooding.
At seven in the morning, Sharon got up and went downstairs.
Seb was at the dining table reading the news. When Sharon sat down, he looked at her. "Did you sleep well?"
"Pretty well. Uncle Seb, can I hitch a ride to the office with you later?"
Her car was still at the bar, and she couldn't pick it up until tonight.
"Okay, but don't call me Uncle anymore."
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