The Uncle Clause — Episode 6

Sweetheart, this is the 72 hour emergency kind, you sure? I wanted to die. I paid, grabbed the bag, ran. A few steps out, I turned back to explain. Sir, what I bought was for...

Soco Salvador! Don't tell anyone. Her mother would kill her. Her nails dug into my arm before I could open my mouth. Your classmate?

Mm-hmm. Isabella gave me no room to explain. After he left, I rounded on her. Now he thinks that was mine.

He'll forget it in a few days. You can't keep dumping your messes on me, won't you? She looked at me, dead certain. she knew exactly which chain to pull the blood debt i didn't speak to her the whole walk home

she got straight on the phone with dante threatening crying a roommate spotting it the balcony that shirt's a new limited release that shirt costs thousands you're not planning to return it to my uncle isabella eyed me every roommate turned to stare can you bring it to him bring it to him yourself he's a germaphobe hates people touching his things no wonder he'd look

so cold i'd worn his shirt by the time i reached the estate the sky had gone dark i waited at the the gate. No one answered. I was about to leave when his car pulled in. He got out, steps startled to see me. Something wrong? I came to return your shirt. It's clean, I swear. He at me a few seconds. Come up. He went inside, yanked his tie off, headed for the couch. I