Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 129: Chapter 129

It was the weekend. The medical room was way less busy than other departments. Shirin took some time off to meet Sheila. They sat in the dining room. Shirin handed Sheila a big bag of snacks.
Sheila raised an eyebrow. "You know I don't like snacks."
"I know. These aren't for you. I saved them for Lorraine," Shirin said, gently touching the bag with her small hand. "Please make sure she gets them."
"Have you lost weight recently? Is it because you're hoarding snacks?" asked Sheila.
"No, it's all these overtime hours. Mr. Moore is squeezing every last drop of energy from us. It's brutal!" Shirin looked exhausted.
She really missed how things were when Lorraine was around. Back then, Eugene gave off this warm, gentle vibe. Even if one just passed him by at the elevator, he'd nod and say hi.
'This is what they call true success. When one person makes it, and everyone around benefits too,' Shirin thought cheerfully.
But now things had changed. Sometimes when she saw Eugene in the Moore Group lobby or on the news, he never smiled. His handsome face always looked serious, even cold.
Sheila teased, "Looks like all you've got left is fat to squeeze oil from."
Shirin shook her weak fists. "Seriously! Mr. Moore's been so harsh lately. Like there's no light, no kindness, no soul..."
"Cut it out," Sheila said, taking a quick sip of water.
"Can't I vent? When Lorraine was here, Mr. Moore acted like a gentleman. But after she left? He turned into a total monster. You don't even know. He was like death walking."
Suddenly, a cough came from behind them. Shirin spun around and froze. "Mr. Moore." It was terrifying. She felt like breaking down right then. Eugene and Lorenzo were standing right behind them.
One looked tough and cold, the other calm and refined. They were quite a sight. Lorenzo looked at Sheila and said, "Funny how we keep running into each other at restaurants. Isn't that destined?"
Sheila rolled her eyes. If that was destined, she thought, she'd rather never eat out again. Eugene didn't show any emotion. Hands in his pockets, he glanced at them and started to walk away.
But Lorenzo grabbed his arm. "Shirin, mind if I join you at your table?"
Shirin glanced between him and Sheila. She chose loyalty. "There are plenty of tables here. See that one? It's open."
"I want this one. The sunlight's perfect here." Lorenzo insisted and pulled Eugene down next to him.
"Sunlight? What, you need photosynthesis or something?" Sheila snorted.
"I need your warmth," said Lorenzo.
Sheila was at a loss for words. What a smooth talker. What started as a simple girls' lunch had now turned into dinner for four. Shirin was so nervous around Eugene that her head nearly hit the table. She didn't say a word.
Eugene stayed stone-faced and kept his order short. Only Lorenzo got bold, scooting closer to Sheila. "Hey Sheila, why'd you come eat alone and not invite me?"
Sheila shot back, "Can't you see Shirin's here? Why would I invite you?"
"I'm a guy. You should invite me so I can pay."
"I've got my own money. I'm not spending some random dude's."
"Use me however you want. No need to be shy!"
Sheila had no comeback. Thankfully, the food arrived fast. She grabbed her fork and dug in, eager to finish and escape.
"Sheila, don't eat so fast. I might worry you'll choke." Lorenzo looked at her with genuine care. At that moment, she was the only one he saw.
Sheila stayed silent.
"If you do choke, I'll have to do mouth-to-mouth," Lorenzo said.
Sheila was speechless.
"So, you guys going shopping after this? Need someone to pay or carry bags?" Lorenzo continued.
Sheila wanted to hit him.
"I can warm your bed too." Lorenzo didn't stop.
Sheila had had enough. She slammed her fork down. "I want that! And I want to have the best time ever."
Shirin was stunned. Lorenzo was caught off guard, too. He hadn't seen this side of her and suddenly found it adorable.
Sheila grabbed his shirt collar. "Come on. Just one round, right? After that, you'll stop bothering me and leave me alone, right?"
Happiness hit Lorenzo like a ton of bricks. He was speechless. "I'm not thinking about just one round. I want all kinds, back and forth, over and over."
Shirin couldn't believe what she was hearing. Eugene didn't even glance up. He just kept eating like he didn't hear a word they were saying.
He had on a clean white dress shirt, black slacks, and a black trench coat. Sitting tall and looking sharp, he easily caught the attention of several women nearby.
Sheila grabbed Lorenzo and dragged him out of the restaurant. They headed straight for a clothing store on the mall's first floor. She came here a lot, and the staff knew her. "Ms. Stuard, welcome."
"Hey, we need to use your fitting room real quick!" Sheila shoved Lorenzo inside and kicked the door shut. "Come on! Let's get it over with!"
Lorenzo was totally stunned. No one could actually perform in a situation like this. It was not like he signed up to be in a live show! Anyone walking by could guess what was going on inside without even trying.
Sheila started pulling her clothes off. "Well? You in or not? I'm telling you, if we don't do it now, don't bother chasing after me again!" She'd just about had it.
Her T-shirt slid down, revealing just enough to drive a man crazy. But this was a public fitting room! Lorenzo had never felt this trapped in his life.
He reached out and grabbed her wrists. "Sheila, calm down. We can't do this here. Our first time shouldn't be in some store fitting room."
Sheila snorted and dropped her hand right onto the front of his pants. "Can't even get it up, huh?" Lorenzo twitched at the corner of his mouth.
"I've got high standards. If you're under ten inches, don't even think about it," Sheila said.
Lorenzo felt awkward.
"If you can't get it up, you're out for good." Then she stormed out of the fitting room.
Lorenzo stood there alone, completely embarrassed. 'Can't get it up? I'd make sure you know just how wrong you are. Ten inches? Child's play.'
The store employees had heard the whole thing. They looked super uncomfortable, trying hard not to laugh. When Sheila came out, everyone quickly turned away and avoided eye contact.
The store manager walked up, forcing a polite smile. "Ms. Stuard?"
"Don't pity me," she said, glancing toward the fitting room. "If a guy can't get it up, what's the point?"
The manager had nothing to say. Everyone quietly felt bad for the poor guy still in there. Sure, he was handsome, but if it didn't work, there would be no good.
Sheila headed back to the restaurant first. It was finally quiet again. By the time she was almost finished with her meal, Lorenzo came back. His expression was complicated. "Sheila, do you realize if you keep treating me like this, you're gonna lose me?"
Sheila just looked at him, pulled out some cash, paid the check, and then waved at Shirin to get going.
Lorenzo grabbed her hand right away. "Sheila, I'm heading up to the clinic soon to drop off some meds for Lorraine and the others. Are you completely sure you don't want to test if I can get it up before I leave?"
Eugene furrowed his brow and quietly set his fork down. Both girls froze. "You're going to see Lorraine?" Sheila asked.
"You should be asking if I'm functioning first!" Lorenzo shot back.
Sheila had had enough. She picked up the menu and smacked him with it. "I hope your whole family gets it up, you lunatic!"
"I don't care if they do. As long as I can, that's all that matters," Lorenzo said, catching the menu to protect her hand. He gently rubbed her wrist and looked at her seriously. "Isn't that right, Sheila?"
Sheila just stared at him, speechless.
By mid-September, mountain nights were bitterly cold. Lorraine walked back alone from a house call, oil lamp in hand. The wind made it flicker. Each rustle in the dark stirred a quiet fear, quickening her steps along the narrow, uneven field path.
The patient was a little kid. All the adults were off working in the city, and the child was left behind. Lorraine felt bad for the poor kid, so she stayed a bit longer to keep him company.
But when she finally checked the time, it was almost midnight. Hardly anyone lived out here. If anything jumped out of the woods now, she probably couldn't even defend herself.
She walked fast, body tense, clutching her little medical case like it was a lifeline. The wind rustled the trees all around, and the shadows they cast looked like warped ghosts. That only made her more nervous.
"Lorraine!" someone suddenly jumped out from the side.
She gasped and backed up. "Who's there?"
"It's me." The guy coughed a couple of times and held up an oil lamp. "Leonard." It was the old village doctor, Leonard Molton.
She let out a big breath. "Leonard, you scared me. What's going on?"
"I'm not feeling too hot tonight," he said, coughing again. "I'm heading home. You're on night shift." He hacked up a lung, wheezed a bit, and then handed her the key to the little brick clinic. "If something comes up, come get me."
"Okay, no problem." She took the key and chatted with him for a bit before heading back alone. Reaching the small room beside the clinic, she stepped in quickly and locked the door behind her, shutting out the wind and cold.
She let out a sigh of relief and was about to set down her medical bag and wash up when suddenly, a cold gust blew in.
Before she could turn around, someone grabbed her from behind. An arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Her feet left the floor. The room spun. Then she was slammed onto the bed.