Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 127: Chapter 127

Suddenly, everything got quiet. Even though the night was pitch dark, Eugene saw tiny dust particles dancing in the moonlight.
A sound rushed past his ear. He thought it was the night wind. But when everything went silent, he realized it was his blood rushing through his body.
His blood roared and surged, unstoppable, because of her words. 'But...' He took a deep breath, 'How great it would be if there were no buts.'
Feeling his body stiffen clearly, Lorraine stayed still. Then suddenly, she reached out. Like he used to do, she opened her palm and covered his eyes.
Her small hand couldn't cover half his face. Light still shone through her fingers. But it felt like a wet, heavy cloth pressing down on his heart, making it hard to breathe.
Lorraine looked up and pecked his lips. Then she rubbed against him and ran off. Eugene stood frozen, eyes closed, as if her hand was still covering them.
He reached out and touched the spot where she kissed him. He only felt a cool, wet trace. His blood finally slowed down.
In the night air, it cooled and stiffened. No warmth left. She didn't say a word. But he knew she understood everything.
The next day was nice outside, and the yard still smelled a little like gunpowder. When Eugene woke up, the bed next to him was already cold. He knew she'd gotten up because they both pretended to be asleep the night before.
She was so clumsy that she couldn't hide it. Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered in the soft light like a brush painting secret messages.
Eugene, on the other hand, was good at pretending. His breathing was steady and calm. He didn't even move, even though his arm had gone numb from being her pillow all night.
But in the morning, sunlight hit his chest, right where something had strangely come undone during the night, as if broken without warning or cause.
The bedroom door opened quietly. A small face peeked in halfway. When she saw he was awake, Lorraine hurried over. "You're up? I made breakfast. Want to try some?"
She wasn't wearing slippers. Her feet were dusty and dirty. Her face wasn't totally clean either, but she crawled into bed beside him and just watched.
Eugene looked down at her feet. Usually, he'd have flipped over and dragged her to the bathroom to scrub them until she scraped herself.
But this time, he let it slide. He rolled over and pinned her down gently. "What did you make?"
"Lots of stuff. Everything I could think of," she said.
"Like what?" He leaned in and nudged her cheek with his nose, carefully brushing away the dust.
"Bread, buns, milk, oatmeal, pickles, and—"
"And?"
"I even made some spaghetti!" She was proud of herself. Eugene was speechless. "I thought you might not like some things, so I added beef. It smells really good!"
"Really? Let me try." He leaned down and slowly slid his tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking with no mercy. "I only tasted you, didn't taste the spaghetti at all," he teased.
Lorraine said nothing. They cuddled on the bed for a while before getting up. Normally, he moved fast, but today he was unusually slow. Even brushing his teeth took him a full ten minutes.
By the time he finished tying his tie and came out of the bathroom, Lorraine had reheated breakfast for the second time. Just like she said, the breakfast was pretty rich.
"Looks like you practiced a lot while I was gone," he said, not caring that the cinnamon buns looked rough or that some bread looked like cinnamon buns but had no filling.
"Yeah. Think I could open a breakfast spot?" she smiled.
Eugene sat down, looked at her warmly, and started eating with the closest utensils. Without a word, he polished off everything she'd made.
Lorraine couldn't watch anymore. "Eat less or you're gonna get stuffed."
She tried to grab the milk from him, but he just tipped his head back and drank it all. "Not bad."
"What if you get stuffed?" she asked.
He answered softly, "Isn't that why you're here?" and put the empty bowl down.
His eyes were so intense that Lorraine got nervous and nearly dropped her plate. "Okay. I'll bring you some digestion pills later."
"Sure." He smiled gently at her.
She walked to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Meanwhile, he stayed frozen in the living room, silent and still, lost in his thoughts and feelings.
Lorraine went back into the bedroom and came out a moment later carrying a big, stuffed backpack. "By the way, I have something at school today. Can I take the day off work?"
Eugene nodded. She smiled once more, walked over to the door, bent down, and quietly slipped on her white sneakers, ready to head out.
The light blue dress she wore was the smallest size available, but it still didn't quite fit. The room was quiet. She no longer looked like the soft, flowing moonlight she usually did in her favorite skirt.
She tied her shoelaces and opened the door. "What flavor digestion pills do you want?"
"All good," he said.
"Oh." She nodded without much expression, opened the door, and left without saying goodbye. Eugene stayed still in the living room.
Sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting half light, half shadow on his sharp, handsome face. The palatial stone manor's front door opened and closed, and then opened again soon after. Footsteps came closer, and then walked away.
The door shut once more. He stood up and walked outside to the yard. There on the swing set were several boxes of digestive pills in different flavors.
Eugene paused quietly for a moment. Then he walked over, grabbed a few boxes, held them tight, and ran back into the bedroom.
The room was quiet. The bed was neatly made, but one pillow on the headboard was missing. The pillow he usually slept on was gone.
He thought about the big backpack she took when she left. Suddenly, his stomach twisted painfully. He rushed to the bathroom and knelt down, throwing up hard.
All the breakfast she had made, every dish, every bite, was wasted. He'd thrown it all up, not a single bit left. He felt he'd completely failed her.
Eugene sat on the cold tile floor, leaning against the toilet. He peeled the digestion pills from the packs one by one and popped them in his mouth slowly.
They dissolved on his tongue, starting sour and turning bitter after so many. He didn't stop until they were all gone.
Finally, he looked toward the spot on the bed where the pillow was missing. Somewhere deep inside, a part of his heart broke.
At Auretian University dormitory, Sheila returned from class, walked into her room, and instantly noticed someone was lying right there on her bed.
A small girl in a pale blue dress sat quietly behind the bed curtain, hugging a soft white cotton pillow. Her tiny body was shaking as she cried without a sound.
Sheila was speechless. She wanted to rush over and ask Lorraine what was wrong, but she didn't have to guess. It had to be about Eugene.
She stood quietly for a moment and then slowly walked over. Her voice was soft. "I'm going to the cafeteria for lunch. Want spaghetti or something else?"
She asked several times, but Lorraine stayed silent. Still, Sheila wasn't annoyed. She patiently asked again and again, her voice gentle each time, waiting for a reply.
Finally, Lorraine looked up and whispered hoarsely, "I want cake. White frosting, three layers, with a Barbie doll on top."
Sheila was speechless. "That is a big request! Has hanging out with Eugene spoiled your taste?" She hesitated, and then gritted her teeth. "Wait here. I'll get it for you!"
She wiped Lorraine's tears roughly and helped her up. "Come on. Let's go get some cake!" Lorraine didn't say anything but let herself be pulled downstairs.
At the door, there was an unexpected visitor, Lorenzo. He was holding a bouquet of roses and had been standing there for a long time. Sheila rushed over. "Take me to the biggest, best cake shop."
Lorenzo never showed any backbone around her. He quietly opened his white Cayenne and let the two girls get in.
While driving, he kept glancing in the rearview mirror. Lorraine stared out the window, lost in thought. He was unsure about what she was thinking. Sheila didn't even glance at him.
They got to the cake shop quickly. The manager recognized Lorenzo and prepared the cake carefully, then brought it out to them.
Lorraine picked up a spoon and kept eating bite after bite without stopping. Sheila watched her nervously. "Lorraine, that's a three-layer cake. You won't be able to finish all of it. If you keep eating like this, you'll..."
But Lorraine just ignored her and kept eating. "Lorraine!" Sheila finally lost it when Lorraine got to the third layer. She knocked the spoon right out of her hand. "Are you trying to kill yourself?" The cake tasted amazing, but eating like was just self-torment.
Lorraine froze. She stared at her empty hand for a long moment. Then she turned to Lorenzo and whispered, "He's going to marry someone else. He's going to do what he's supposed to do, right?"
Lorenzo instantly wished he could go after Sheila a hundred more times instead of answering that, because the truth was too harsh. He looked away and stayed silent.
But Lorraine already knew the answer. She got up, unsteady on her feet, and stumbled a few steps toward the door without looking back.
Sheila reached out to steady her, but Lorraine pulled her hand back firmly. "Sheila, I want to go far away. To the place Shirin was going to intern at. Can you help me, please?"
"That remote place? The one with no cell service?" Sheila was shocked. "I'm not letting you go there!"
"Please." Lorraine shook her arm gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I just want to find a place where he's not, okay?"
Sheila hesitated but stayed firm. "I can't let you go so far by yourself. It's too dangerous."
Lorenzo stepped up behind her. He squeezed Sheila's hand and looked straight at Lorraine. "Lorraine, I'll help you."