My Amnesic Ex Married My Sister, So I Married His Uncle-Chapter 95: Will You Help Me Pursue Her?

「Half an hour ago.」

After dinner, once Bernard Rhodes had left with his children for a talk in the study, the only ones remaining in the dining room were the women of the family and Ethan Rhodes.

Ethan Rhodes wasn’t the only grandson in the Rhodes Family, but as luck would have it, he was the only one who could make it to the family banquet today.

He was in no mood to sit and chat with the women, so he made an excuse about having work to attend to and left the parlor alone.

Kiana Sterling’s mind was filled with his absent-mindedness throughout the day. The more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t let it go. She wanted to leave with him and had just stood up when Yolanda Thorne pulled her back down.

Yolanda Thorne wore the elegant smile of a high-society lady, but her gaze was not gentle. She whispered, "Whatever you have to say, say it when we get home."

Clearly, she had also noticed that something was off with Ethan Rhodes. But they were at the Rhodes Estate now; if the wrong people overheard certain things, it could be used against them.

Kiana Sterling had no choice but to give up.

Leaving the parlor, Ethan Rhodes stepped out into the starry July night.

Without the cool air from the air conditioner, the scorching summer night breeze only made him feel more irritable.

But the good thing was the absence of other people’s voices, which brought him a great deal of peace.

Putting aside the residential area, the Rhodes Estate was essentially an exquisitely designed garden.

He wandered around aimlessly. The summer night seemed even quieter amidst the chirping of insects as the image of Stella Sterling uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.

The way she looked in her white dress the day they ran into each other at the jewelry store, her stunning appearance in formal attire at the engagement party, and today, that qipao that made it impossible to look away...

It seemed that every time they had met since her return from Lumina, she had been just as dazzling.

Thinking this, he realized he couldn’t even remember what Kiana Sterling was wearing today.

At the thought of Kiana Sterling, an inexplicable irritation surged within Ethan Rhodes again.

He turned and kicked at a small patch of grass growing by the stone bridge, then continued walking.

By the time he realized it, he had already walked a full circle around the estate and was now standing before the entrance to the West Wing.

The West Wing of the Rhodes Estate was quite small, with only two rooms reserved for live-in staff. The remaining space had been converted into storage.

An image flashed through Ethan Rhodes’s mind: a small room, a person sitting behind stacks of books, and himself saying the words, "Help me pick out a gift for her."

As if guided by some unseen force, he changed direction and walked into the West Wing, a place he hadn’t set foot in for a very long time.

The moment he stepped through the main gate, a chaotic jumble of images scrambled to flood his mind.

Following his memory, he opened a door. The room layout that met his eyes was identical to the one in the fleeting image he’d just seen.

But the room had clearly been unused for a long time. When he flipped on the light, he could see fine dust motes floating in the air. The desk, visible from the doorway, was no longer covered in stacked books and papers; it was completely empty.

’I wonder whose room this was.’

Glancing around, he spotted a cardboard box in the corner.

It looked vaguely familiar. He frowned, walked over, and opened it, only to discover that it was the very box of things Stella Sterling had returned to him on the day of the engagement party.

It was the gifts he had given Stella Sterling during their relationship.

The day of the engagement party had been anything but calm. He had been exhausted afterward and hadn’t had the mental energy to deal with the box Stella Sterling returned.

He had assumed the hotel staff had disposed of it long ago, never expecting to find it here.

Inside the box were expensive pieces of jewelry as well as small, handmade trinkets.

Emerald earrings, custom-blended perfume from a luxury brand, a meaningless resin pen holder, a protective amulet from some unknown temple...

Every single gift was meticulously wrapped.

Although some of the wrapping paper had yellowed with age, the items inside were still like new. It was obvious the recipient had preserved them with great care.

The irritation in Ethan Rhodes’s heart inexplicably dissipated somewhat, only to be replaced by an even deeper confusion.

’Why can’t I remember any of this?’

The resin pen holder was clearly handmade; you could even see trapped air bubbles in the solidified resin, a sign of an unskilled hand.

And the amulet—it wasn’t a mass-produced version sold at common religious goods stores. It must have been obtained from a temple in person.

There wasn’t a single trace in his memory of acquiring these things through his own effort.

Ethan Rhodes continued to rummage through the box. At the very bottom were two shoeboxes.

The boxes were custom-made. The pale pink lids had lenticular 3D bows, with one corner printed "The Princess’s Running Shoes" and the other "The Princess’s Glass Slippers."

He opened them. One contained a pair of athletic running shoes, and the other held a pair of diamond-encrusted high heels from a famous shoe brand.

He actually had a vague impression of these two pairs of shoes.

If his memory served him right, these were gifts he had given to Stella Sterling on a very important day.

He desperately tried to recall the memory as he subconsciously took out the two pairs of unworn shoes.

It was only then that he saw the greeting card hidden at the bottom of the shoebox—

Stella, happy 18th birthday! You are an elegant princess and an innocent maiden. You can sparkle in a castle, and you can also run free in the wind. I hope you will always be free and always be happy! —Ethan Rhodes

His eyes suddenly widened.

It was his name signed at the bottom, but that wasn’t his handwriting at all!

Something was rushing furiously to the surface—

"Help me pick out a gift for her."

"She said she wants a handmade bookmark. I’m meeting Leo Quinn this weekend, so can you make it for me?"

"I don’t know where she heard that the amulets from Silvan Temple are potent, but the temple is on a mountaintop with no cable car. Can you go get one for me?"

"Her birthday is coming up. Help me pick a gift. What about perfume for a sixteen-year-old girl?"

Fragments of conversation kept flooding his mind. Who was he saying these things to?

Something was on the tip of his tongue.

He sank to the floor in a daze, cold sweat unknowingly beading on his forehead.

A sharp, needle-like pain pierced his brain, so intense that he couldn’t stop himself from crumpling the card in his hand.

’Just a little longer. Soon, I’ll remember soon.’

"Why is she still writing to me? Writing back is more painful than doing homework. But I’m the only one who keeps getting her letters. I even made a bet with Leo Quinn that she’d keep writing to me. If I don’t write back, will she stop?"

"I have plans to play video games with Leo Quinn. You write the reply for me, Qin..."

"From now on, you get the mail. You reply for me!"

"Her eighteenth birthday is almost here. I heard she’s coming back to the country to celebrate. What do you think I should get her?... Don’t be modest. I heard from my mom that you’re really popular with girls, so you must have experience. I’ll leave the gift to you!"

"Look, she’s smiling. Wow, she’s so beautiful when she smiles... I think I’m starting to like her. You’re so experienced, can you help me woo her?"

"I heard she isn’t leaving again after coming back this time. This is great! I want to confess to her. Quick, help me think of what to say... Ah, I came to you because I can’t think of anything! You’re experienced, please help me brainstorm. I’m begging you, Owen Rhodes... no, Uncle, please help me."

Ethan Rhodes’s pupils trembled violently. The color drained from his face as a drop of cold sweat trickled down from his temple. His fingers began to shake uncontrollably.

’How could it be... How could it be Owen Rhodes...’

It was Owen Rhodes!