Absolutely, absolutely cannot let anyone find out.

In the midst of vigilance, a casual question suddenly came from behind, “By the way, how should I address you? Should I call you ‘brother’... or ‘uncle’?”

Matthew Clark snapped back to attention. “Call me uncle.” Although “brother” sounded nicer, being a whole generation below Charles Bennett really made him unwilling.

James Bennett just gave a soft “Mm. Little uncle.”

His voice was low and lazy, sending a tingling sensation through the eardrums.

Matthew Clark’s shoulder twitched slightly.

He stepped back a little, stopping in the living room. “This is the living room, over there is the dining room and kitchen. Your room is the one directly facing the living room, next to it is the bathroom, and then over there—”

He pointed to the study. “That’s off-limits.”

Some things bathed in holy light were sealed there.

After saying this, he glanced warily at James Bennett, but the latter didn’t seem curious at all, didn’t even ask, just casually replied, “Okay.”

Matthew Clark felt a bit relieved: Good, seems like he’s not interested.

-

After showing him around, James Bennett went to unpack his luggage.

Matthew Clark ordered takeout and called James Bennett to eat together. After dinner, James Bennett very conscientiously got up to clean up. He was tall and skillful, tidying up with remarkable efficiency.

Matthew Clark watched from the side.

He had to admit, people with outstanding looks and temperament just made everything they did look different.

It was the first time he’d seen someone handle such menial chores with the ease and flair of shuffling cards and placing bets in a luxury casino.

As he was watching, the phone suddenly rang.

Matthew Clark glanced at the caller ID. “Charles Bennett?”

A thunderous voice immediately came from the other end, “Matthew! What’s my dear nephew doing? Why isn’t he answering the phone?”

Matthew Clark looked at the person in front of him. “He’s... taking out the trash with impressive fluidity.”

Charles Bennett, “……”

Charles Bennett, “Oh, that’s good. Let me talk to him.”

James Bennett had already looked up.

His hands were full, so Matthew Clark got up and walked over, turned on the speaker, and asked,

“Did you contact your uncle after you got here?”

James Bennett glanced at the screen. “Sent a text, said ‘arrived’.”

“Arrived!?” Charles Bennett’s voice instantly shot up, incredulously booming, “You brushed your uncle off with a single cold ‘arrived’? Nothing else to say—Did you unpack? Are you comfortable? How are you getting along with Matthew...”

The barrage of questions was relentless.

Matthew Clark couldn’t hold back, “Are you a man-mom?”

“………” The voice on the other end abruptly stopped.

Charles Bennett cautiously asked, “‘Man-mom’?”

A soft laugh suddenly fell in front of him.

James Bennett studied Matthew Clark’s face, and said in a low, meaningful voice, “Little uncle... you sure know a lot.”

...Crap. It just slipped out.

Matthew Clark was secretly annoyed, pressed his lips together, hung up, and put away his phone with a calm air. “What? Isn’t it just the literal meaning?”

James Bennett also gave a nonchalant smile. “Mm.”

What’s so funny. Matthew Clark frowned inwardly.

Such a good-looking smile, but it felt weird as hell.

He was left in an awkward spot by that smile, so he smiled back. “I’m going to take a shower.”

James Bennett smiled, “Okay.”

Matthew Clark turned and walked back to the bedroom.

When he came out with a change of clothes, he saw that James Bennett had almost finished tidying up. He walked through the living room and had just reached the bathroom door when the doorbell suddenly rang from the front door.

Matthew Clark stopped and looked over: ?

“Probably my delivery.”

James Bennett looked over. “Some things were hard to bring, so I mailed them.”

Matthew Clark nodded and went into the bathroom.

He closed the door, the white incandescent light overhead shining down, making his skin glow. He raised his hand, half-undressed, when his phone on the sink suddenly vibrated and the screen lit up.

[From: Editor-in-Chief Unread Message]

Editor-in-Chief? Matthew Clark reached out, still holding his clothes, and tapped it open—

[Editor-in-Chief]: Matthew, your favorite manga artist, Master Xiaoling, just released a new volume, and it’s your favorite uniform romance. I set aside a set for you and sent it by express delivery.

[Editor-in-Chief]: It should be arriving about now.

[Editor-in-Chief]: Happy? Haha.

Matthew Clark: …………

Matthew Clark: ???

Outside, the faint sound of the door opening could be heard.

His pupils shrank, his heart exploded: Haha, your grandpa!!!

Chapter 2: Overwhelmed by Cuteness

At the door, the deliveryman handed the box to James Bennett.

“Are you Mr. Matthew Clark? Please sign for this.”

James Bennett looked down at the box in his hands: it wasn’t big, but it was heavy. It wasn’t his.

“I...” He had just started to speak when a well-proportioned hand suddenly reached from behind and grabbed his wrist with a smack.

“Wait, that’s mine!”

James Bennett turned and met Matthew Clark’s upturned face.

His soft hair was a bit messy, his breathing still uneven, and the hand pressing on James Bennett’s wrist was paler than his. Because of the force, faint veins stood out on the back of the hand.

At this moment, Matthew Clark’s heart was pounding wildly.