Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 115: Chapter 115

Sheila wrenched her hand free and lashed out with a kick to Lorenzo's calf. "Who the hell knows you? Getting this close—are you asking for a beating?"
"Even if you want to beat me up, shouldn't you at least wait until you've finished eating?" Lorenzo nimbly dodged and settled properly beside Sheila, completely unfazed by her words.
Lorraine and Shirin remained silent, their eyes filled with curiosity as they observed the interaction between Sheila and Lorenzo.
Lorenzo casually waved over a waiter and ordered a sirloin steak for himself, along with a few other dishes. The dishes arrived promptly.
Sheila glared at the delicacies in front of her, shoved the ones she hadn't ordered over to Lorenzo's side, rolled her eyes at him, and snapped, "Take these. Don't clutter my space."
"The foie gras here is exquisite. Lorraine, you all should try it." Lorenzo slid the plate of Delant foie gras back in front of Sheila, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin. "You too, Ms. Stuard—dinner's on me tonight."
Sheila scoffed, "Like I'd ever wanted you to pay. Just looking at you makes me sick. It kills my appetite." In Sheila's mind, when it came to Eugene's accomplice, she had to be utterly ruthless.
"Hold on, didn't you say last time that I was at least decent-looking?" Lorenzo said, feigning confusion. "Aren't I supposed to be eye candy? After all, I'm your officially approved handsome guy, right?"
Two bursts of stifled laughter escaped. Lorraine and Shirin's shoulders shook, their hands trembling so badly they could barely hold their silverware.
Sheila's face flushed crimson with anger as she brandished her fork at Lorenzo's punchable face. "Shut your filthy mouth. Haven't you heard? All handsome guys are bad news. Get lost—go on, scram."
Lorenzo tilted his head to dodge the gleaming fork, caught Sheila's wrist, and raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Stuard, I'm sitting here because Lorraine agreed. Could you stop making a scene? If you keep this up, I'll start thinking you're angling for a date with me."
Sheila was speechless.
Lorenzo took a leisurely sip of red wine, grinned at Sheila, and teased, "You know what they say—if you're hitting and yelling at me, you must really love me. So, just how crazy are you about me, huh?"
Lorraine could only stare in stunned silence, her eyes wide with disbelief. She wondered why Lorenzo would behave like that.
Back at the hospital, he always maintained that aloof and unapproachable demeanor around the nurses, but now he was acting like a smartass—yet somehow, it wasn't the least bit annoying.
Sheila's expression darkened visibly. The tension between those two was seriously off the charts. Lorraine could see that Sheila was quite upset. If Sheila lost her temper, there'd be no stopping her.
A flash of inspiration struck Lorraine. She picked up her knife and fork, cut a small piece of steak, and popped it into her mouth, her eyes lighting up with a contented smile. "This steak is amazing, Sheila. You've got to try it. It's delicious."
As she spoke, Lorraine beckoned to Shirin, who was watching the drama beside her, inviting her to join in. Lorenzo smirked, picked up his knife and fork, and thought to himself, 'Nice one, Lorraine.'
Sheila shot Lorenzo a glare, picked up her steak knife, and began cutting into her steak.
Lorenzo deftly sliced his steak with practiced ease. In no time, he had neatly portioned his plate and slid it over to Sheila, simultaneously pulling her barely-touched steak toward himself. "Here. I'll cut yours," Lorenzo said, his sickeningly attentive manner utterly appalling.
Shirin shot Sheila a playful wink. "Wow, must be nice—someone's actually cutting your steak for you. Lorraine, why is it we're never that lucky? No one ever spoils us like that."
Lorraine kept nodding enthusiastically at their words.
The tension on Sheila's pretty face, which had been there all along, suddenly softened. "We're perfectly capable. Why should we let others wait on us? If you like being served, go ahead. I prefer doing things myself."
Sheila swiftly pushed her steak toward Shirin, then yanked her own steak back from in front of Lorenzo, guarding it possessively. Catching his stunned look, she arched a brow and snapped, "What's there to stare at? Keep looking and I'll gouge your eyes out."
"Wow, this steak is cut perfectly." Shirin clasped her hands together in admiration, eyeing the steak Lorenzo had sliced.
Sheila glanced over, curled her lip, and smirked, "Well, he's had plenty of practice with circumcisions. Got really good at it."
Lorraine and Shirin were utterly speechless.
Lorenzo's mouth twitched. He was a top-tier surgeon and Sheila'd reduced him to just doing circumcisions. He wiped his face, adjusted his expression, and leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Besides circumcisions, I also do boob jobs. Care for a personal demonstration?"
Sheila was speechless. Her face was turning an alarming shade, her eyes blazing with barely contained fury.
Lorenzo knew when to back off. He nudged the bowl of onion soup toward Sheila and said with a grin, "This soup's not bad either. Give it a try."
Lorraine couldn't help but admire Lorenzo's guts. Despite Sheila treating him like dirt, he was still all smiles and bending over backward to please her.
"Move. You're blocking my view." Sheila gritted her teeth, her fingers twitching with the urge to dump the soup right in Lorenzo's face.
Surprisingly, Lorenzo obediently moved aside this time.
They resumed their meal.
The rich aroma of the onion soup was irresistible. Sheila picked up her spoon and took a sip when Lorenzo's teasing voice sounded in her ear. "You look absolutely adorable sipping that soup."
Before Sheila could even swallow, she choked and sprayed her soup all over Lorenzo's face.
The creamy soup trickled down his handsome face, instantly turning his once-smiling expression into a comical mess—like a tabby cat that had fallen into a bowl of milk.
Lorenzo wiped his face with a napkin, a helpless smile tugging at his lips. "Wow, just telling the truth gets me this kind of treatment? Should I be flattered that I managed to impress you, Ms. Stuard?" With that, he stood up. "Excuse me."
For a long while after Lorenzo left, Lorraine watched Sheila, who kept eating, then hesitantly whispered, "Sheila, don't you think you were a bit too harsh on Lorenzo?"
Sheila snapped, "Stop right there, Lorraine. Have you forgotten how they ganged up to deceive you? Only you would let it slide. Listen, neither Lorenzo nor Eugene is any good. Why on earth would I hang out with a guy who's clearly got shady intentions?"
Sheila was nothing if not clear-cut about love and hate. She held grudges over the smallest slight. Courtesy of Eugene, Lorenzo had now officially made it onto her blacklist.
Lorraine pressed her lips together and lowered her head, continuing to eat. But the moment Sheila mentioned Eugene, her mind started to wander.
When Lorenzo returned from the restroom, he found the table empty. Sheila and the others had already finished their meal, paid the bill, and left without so much as a goodbye.
Lorenzo stood silently by the table, staring at the empty seat where Sheila had been. Suddenly, the road ahead felt both arduous and endless.
After dinner, the three girls hit the shops.
Ever since Eugene told her to be good and wait for him, Lorraine hadn't been out shopping in ages. Now, finally out with Sheila and Shirin, she was having the time of her life.
As dusk fell, they said their goodbyes. Lorraine took the bus to Antiquity Lane, skipping along the flagstone path, her feet dancing in the scattered gold of sunset—a picture of pure contentment on her face.
As soon as Lorraine stepped into the palatial stone manor, something felt off. Her gaze swept across the courtyard and landed on a black suitcase placed conspicuously in the open—it looked eerily familiar.
She recognized it instantly—it was Eugene's suitcase. She dashed toward his room, but as she crossed the living room threshold, her foot caught and she tripped.
Just as she was about to hit the floor—her mind screaming in alarm—the light in front of her suddenly dimmed, and strong arms swept her up in a bridal carry.
Enveloped in Eugene's familiar, subtle sandalwood scent, Lorraine blinked up at Eugene in surprise before instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're back? Why didn't you give me a heads-up?" Her voice came out in a breathless rush, overflowing with unrestrained joy.
Eugene arched an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "It was a last-minute decision. I didn't tell you because I figured you'd wait for me at home. But the way you just threw yourself at me is quite unique."
Lorraine fell silent, tilting her head back to gaze at Eugene's face. Unable to resist, she reached out, poked his cheek, and gave it a playful pinch. "You're back?" He'd been gone for two weeks. Every single day felt like an eternity to her.
Eugene winced at the unexpected pinch. He reached out and gently pinched Lorraine's rosy cheek, his fingers brushing her smooth, soft skin. Teasing, he said, "You must have dreamed about me plenty, huh?"
Lorraine blinked, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She pulled Eugene even tighter into her embrace.
The sweet, intoxicating scent of Lorraine sent a familiar heat stirring within him. His eyes fixed on her rosy lips. His Adam's apple bobbing with restrained desire. Eugene leaned in close, his deep, husky voice caressing Lorraine's ear. "Lorraine, I'm hungry."
Lorraine snapped out of her daze, quickly unwound her arms from around Eugene, and slipped down from his embrace. "I'll whip up something for you." With that, she made a beeline for the kitchen, eager to show off the cooking skills she'd honed.
But before she could take two steps, Eugene's arm shot out, yanking her back and pinning her to the living room sofa. His whole body covered hers.
His eyes were intense, locking onto Lorraine's. She couldn't help but swallow nervously. "Y-you... could you get up? Didn't you say you were hungry? I'll go make you some dinner. I've actually been learning to cook the past—"
Before she could finish, Eugene silenced her with a kiss. "I'm hungry, but what I'm really craving is you."
His last words instantly painted a soft blush across Lorraine's cheeks. She blinked up at Eugene with wide, dewy eyes, gazing at the intense desire on his handsome face. At that moment, her whole heart melted, turning into a puddle of warm, liquid tenderness.
Lorraine wrapped her arms around Eugene's neck, her fingers running through his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
"Miss me?" he caught her lower lip between his teeth, then gently sucked on it.
Lorraine didn't say anything.
"Do you miss me?" His kisses grew more insistent as he pressed her down, dominating her. "Say it."
The air had been squeezed from her lungs, leaving Lorraine dizzy and utterly disoriented. Her lips were slightly parted, a silvery strand of saliva glistening between them as she gazed up at Eugene with silent, helpless innocence.
Eugene's eyes darkened with desire at the sight of Lorraine like this. He grabbed her hand and pressed it below his belt, his voice husky and teasing. "You don't miss me, then do you miss something else? Hmm?"