Marry My Ex’s Uncle After Rebirth by Agatha Barney

While giving Christina a checkup, Stephanie realized that her eyes reacted to light, feeling overjoyed that she was going to wake up soon. She held Christina’s hand. “Christie, come on! You can do it!”

After that, she also checked in on Shonda and Abigail, expecting them to wake up in three days. She gave them acupuncture before leaving the hospital, and just as she left the inpatient department entrance, she saw a black Bentley parked outside.

Zane hurriedly opened the rear door, nodding slightly. “Mrs. Fletcher”

Stephanie was surprised because Vincent said he would wait for her at home, so she didn’t expect him to come pick her up.

“Thank you, Mr. Quinlan,” she said smilingly.

Zane nodded slightly. “You’re welcome. It’s my job, after all.”

Stephanie got into the car and threw herself into Vincent’s arms. “Why did you come?

“To take you home,” said Vincent.

Stephanie said, “What a h s l e! I can just drive back myself”

Vincent replied, “Wanna see you sooner.”

Stephanie pinched his chin and kissed him. “How long have you been waiting? Did you come right after we talked on the phone?”

“A little longer than that,” uttered Vincent.

Stephanie smelled coffee. “It’s not the coffee freshly ground from the company, Smells like the cappuccino from that new coffee shop.”

Vincent grazed her nose. “Your nose sure works pretty well”

“You came to wait for me right after work?” asked Stephanie.

Vincent hummed softly. “I had a video conference until around seven o’clock before coming

With the thought of Vincent waiting here for more than four hours, Stephanie felt happy but also somewhat guilty. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Vincent uttered, “It’s fine. I’m willing to wait for you forever.”

Stephanie smiled. “Have you secretly learned to sweet talk behind my back?”

“I just said what I thought and expressed the true feelings from my heart. It’s unfair to say I learned them.” Vincent smiled while rubbing Stephanie’s fingers.

Stephanie muttered, “It’s hard to say. Maybe you’ve read some.

Vincent hummed softly. “It doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy. Are you hungry?”

Stephanie raised her eyebrows. “What does that mean?”

“What are you even thinking about?” Vincent poked her forehead. “I’m taking you to have some freshly baked cherry cakes.”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up. “Cherry cakes? Are there any shops selling this late?”

“Of course. As long as you want to eat,” replied Vincent.

Stephanie’s tiredness for the day was gone, and she felt particularly at ease nesting in Vincent’s arms.

When they arrived at a pastry shop, they entered through the back door and into the kitchen. At this time, the shop had already closed, but since Vincent had a good relationship with the owner, the door was left open for him. The owner, Peter Mitchell, was waiting there with various ingredients on th table. After the three greeted each other, Stephanie was slightly surprised. “The owner is making the cakes for us?”

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Vincent smiled and took off his coat. After rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, he went to the sink to wash his hands before wiping them dry. “To be exact, Mr. Mitchell will instruct me to make the pastries.”

Stephanie couldn’t help but smile. “Since he’s personally instructing you, you mustn’t fail then!”

“Can’t you give me some encouragement?” asked Vincent.

Stephanie whispered, “I’ll give you a reward once we’re home.”

“Okay,” Vincent smiled charmingly

Peter clicked his tongue lightly. “I don’t think I need to eat tomorrow. You’re making me full with all your affection.”

Vincent replied gently, “Actually, you don’t need to eat the day after tomorrow either.”

Peter turned speechless.

Under Peter’s guidance, Vincent began to knead the dough and roll it repeatedly, flattening it and then rolling it again. Meanwhile, Stephanie recorded the whole process of Vincent making pastries.

At nearly midnight, Peter received a call. Vincent asked smilingly, “is it from your wife!”

“It’s from my daughter. She wants me to go home and put her to bed.” Peter looked at the oven. “The timer has been set. The pastries will be ready in 20 minutes. I won’t be staying here tonight.”

Stephanie hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry for delaying you.”

“It’s fine. Just give my daughter some gifts when you two get married,” said Peter.

Vincent raised his eyebrows “That’s a little shabby. The shop in South Port was already transferred in advance. I’ll have Zane send agreement tomorrow.”

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After he was gone, Vincent and Stephanie were left in the kitchen. Stephanie showed Vincent the video. “Look how professional you are. If you don’t wanna be a CEO anymore, you can be a pastry chef in the future.”

Vincent stood behind her, his hands propping up against the table and trapping her in between. He put his chin on her shoulder, watching the video with her. However, the atmosphere slowly changed while they were watching, and when Stephanie looked sideways slightly, Vincent kissed her.

The faint aroma of cherries from the oven filled the kitchen, and Stephanie felt the kiss was even sweet-scented. With a beeping sound from the oven, the two separated, leaving a thread of saliva connecting their lips. Stephanie pursed her lip with blurred eyes. “The cherry cakes are ready.”

Vincent hummed. “I’ll take them out.”

“Okay,” replied Stephanie.

10:32 Wed, 5 Jun MD

Vincent took out two trays of cherry cakes with gloves and put then on the counter for cooling. Stephanie looked at the cakes with great appetite and reached out to get one but ended up burning her hand,

Vincent hurriedly checked her fingers and felt distressed when he saw them redden. “I ask Zane to buy you some ointment.”

Stephanie said, “It’s fine. Just finse them with cold water. Why are you so panicked?”

Vincent took her to the sink and rinsed her hand with cold water, taking a long while before finally stopping. “How are you feeling?”

Stephanie twirled her fingers. “I’m fine. Don’t worry too much.”

Vincent sighed in relief. “Don’t move your hand. Let me feed you.”

“Don’t you think the cakes are hot?” asked Stephanie.

Vincent said, “I have thick skin.”

Stephanie stared at his tender skin, which looked better than a woman’s. She was careless just now, and she didn’t want Vincent to get burned. “I’ll be careful from now on.”