Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Bettany chuckled softly, “Can you blow it up a little more?”

‘Being able to eat, drink, and sleep… What kind of description is that?’ Bettany wondered.

However, Lisa was indeed unique. She was no longer the undead she used to be. Her face even had a

hint of healthy color, just like any ordinary person’s.

Being able to eat, drink, and sleep together day and night, they hardly noticed any difference. Lisa’s

speech became smoother, and her comprehension abilities were now on par with others.

“Except for giving birth, she’s no different from an ordinary person,” Bettany commented

unconsciously.

Anthony cleared his throat and averted his gaze. “I’ll go upstairs first.”

As Anthony climbed the stairs, he passed by Lisa’s room and noticed it was quiet inside, which

puzzled him.

“Lisa?” he called out tentatively but received no response.

Anthony didn’t dwell on it, assuming she might have gone to the bathroom after having too much to

drink.

He returned to his room, loosened his tie, and as he closed the door and turned around, he found Lisa

standing right behind it.

Startled, Anthony’s fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

“Uh, what is it?” he asked.

Lisa clumsily approached, supporting her forehead. “Oh dear, I feel dizzy. I’m drunk!”

With a thud, she fell into Anthony’s arms.

Anthony coughed, “Ahem… Ahem!”

Damn, that nearly gave him tuberculosis.

“Slow down… Be gentle!” he quickly supported Lisa.

Lisa looked up, attempting to make a coquettish expression, but her lack of practice resulted in a rather “ferocious”

look on her face.

“Ah… I have a headache, feeling dizzy!” she said.

Anthony looked at Lisa silently.

So, she… imitated someone… deliberately pretending to be dizzy after drinking to “seduce” him?

Anthony fell silent and said, “Lisa.”

Lisa continued humming, “Hmm? Hmm?”

Anthony sneered, “You don’t have to go to such lengths.”

Lisa blinked innocently, looking up at Anthony.

Well… that didn’t go as planned?

As expected, she was right. Polly’s advice wasn’t reliable.

Next time, she should consult the harem spirit. Yes, that’s it!

Lisa ran her hand through her disheveled hair, lazily reaching for a side table, and swiftly climbed out of Anthony’s

embrace.

However, before she could straighten up, her waist was gripped tightly by a powerful arm.

Anthony tried to pull her back into his arms but found that she remained motionless.

Anthony furrowed his brow and said, “Lisa, you can move a little at times like this. You don’t have to stand so

rigidly.”

Lisa replied, “Oh… Oh, okay!”

She quickly made a small movement.

Anthony chuckled and let go of his hold. “Forget it.”

This fool was the king of ruining the atmosphere.

No wonder, after all this time, nothing had happened between them.

Anthony felt like he was overthinking. Today, before Lisa left, she had said not to waste anything, and she ended up

drinking both bottles of wine in one go.

She wasn’t drunk, but he was.

Anthony took off his tie and placed it in the closet, then removed his wristwatch and neatly put it away.

Lisa stood at the door of the closet, watching him, tilting her head slightly.

She looked puzzled and disappointed—she realized she still couldn’t be like a normal person.

But what could she do? She liked him.

Initially, she thought it was good enough to stay by his side and believed she had no more desires.

But now, Lisa felt that her greed had inexplicably resurfaced.

Lisa absentmindedly touched her chest.

How foolish of her, the things she should have grown didn’t, and the things she shouldn’t have grown did.

A normal woman would make those “oh’s” and “ah’s,” but she hadn’t learned it at all… Instead, she learned

greed…

Lisa sank into self-doubt and melancholy.

When Anthony turned around and saw her with her head down, pouting, seeming a little sad, he

paused.

He walked over and stood in front of her, his voice unexpectedly gentle due to the slow pace, “What’s

wrong?”

Lisa sighed in frustration, “I haven’t learned how to seduce, but I’ve learned to be greedy! I’m so

stupid!”

Anthony’s expression flickered slightly, and a strange sensation ran through his heart, causing his

Adam’s apple to involuntarily bob.

“Lisa… What do you want to be greedy for?” He lowered his gaze, looking intently at her.

Lisa raised her head and found herself staring into Anthony’s deep, ancient eyes.

Anthony was tall, with broad shoulders, while Lisa was petite, only reaching up to his chest.

Looking up like this, her perfect little face was presented, pale but with a hint of blush.

“Greedy…” She paused, puzzled, and asked, “Can I say it?”

Anthony’s arm involuntarily encircled her slender waist. For some reason, he felt his mouth was a

little dry, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

His eyes darkened, fixed on Lisa’s rosy lips, and he murmured hoarsely, “Well, you can say it, and I’ll

listen.”

Lisa, however, had already been stunned.

Who could resist this?

Even an undead couldn’t resist it.

She foolishly stared at Anthony, his lips, and for the first time, a spark of desire ignited in her heart.

This kind of restless urge was like the insects beneath the coffin when she was buried alive.

Continuously burrowing through the soil, wanting to break free, to be rampant…

Lisa was confused, not understanding what she wanted to do. She looked at Anthony’s lips,

instinctively lifting her hand to press them.

They were soft.

But the next moment, her hand was caught by Anthony.

She was pressed against the door by him, and Anthony suddenly leaned down…