Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 134: Chapter 134

When Lorenzo dragged Sheila out of the room, she was visibly annoyed. "How can Eugene, a guy like him, possibly take care of Lorraine?"
"Trust me. He'll take good care of her." Lorenzo reassured, giving Sheila's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "When have I ever lied to you?"
"You lie to me every second of every day," she rolled her eyes as she said.
Lorenzo was speechless for a moment. The next second, he held Sheila's hand firmly, not letting her pull away. "Be good. Look at all this soot on your face from making the medicine. Let me clean you up."
"No need. Hey—" she said.
Sheila was caught off guard as Lorenzo gently pinned her against the wall. Leaning in close, he whispered, "Don't disturb them. Keep it down."
He was so close that she could catch the clean, crisp scent on him, nothing like the nauseating smell of hospital disinfectant. In fact, it was actually quite pleasant.
Sheila's ears burned as she instinctively caught her breath. "What are you doing? Let me go."
"Sheila, bored? If you are, why not come check if I'm aroused right now?" Lorenzo teased. He leaned in, their noses almost touching, determined to seize this chance to get even.
"Pervert," Sheila snapped.
"Keep calling me names, and I'll kiss you," Lorenzo said with a playful threat.
Sheila, fuming, lashed out with a kick at Lorenzo. But he caught her ankle and clicked his tongue. "So rough," he said playfully.
"Don't make me curse you out," Sheila snapped.
Lorenzo grinned. "Go ahead and cuss me out. I kinda like it."
Sheila twisted furiously, yanking her foot back. "You want to bet I'll kick you so you'll never have kids?"
Lorenzo grinned, "You wouldn't dare."
"Try me," Sheila shot back.
Lorenzo knew her temper all too well—he was honestly worried she might actually go for his family jewels.
Releasing her ankle, Lorenzo scooped Sheila up and carried her straight to the washbasin out back.
Cupping water, he gently wiped the soot from Sheila's face. "There, now you can really look fierce when you're angry. With your face all smudged, even your fiercest scowl just looks adorable."
Sheila couldn't even get angry anymore. She bit her lip, fighting back a smile, though the corners of her mouth still twitched.
"Come on, I'm such a great catch," Lorenzo murmured as he set her down, his fingers slyly intertwining with hers. "Why not just say yes?"
Sheila snatched her hand away. "What do you even like about me? Can't I just change it?"
"I love everything about you," he smiled.
"A guy from a noble family like yours? I can't afford to get involved. Isn't Lorraine's suffering enough? Why would I throw myself into the fire too? Am I crazy?" Sheila scoffed dismissively. "Let's drop this 'us' talk. I have something to ask you."
Lorenzo's heart, once adrift, was instantly soothed by her unexpected words. Emboldened, he took her hand again and said, "Go ahead."
This time, Sheila didn't pull her hand back. Her expression turned serious. "Who was that woman calling Eugene last night? And he really has a fiancée?"
Lorenzo clearly hadn't expected her to ask this. His expression shifted, a flicker of unease crossing his face.
Sheila shrugged. "Don't want to talk? Fine then." She turned to leave.
"No, it's not that I don't want to say it. I just don't know how to explain," Lorenzo said, pulling her back. "He does have a fiancée.
"If nothing unexpected happens, they're supposed to get married by the end of this year. That's when the wedding was originally planned."
And that unexpected complication was Lorraine.
"Who the hell is that woman, anyway?" Sheila demanded, her voice laced with indignation.
Lorenzo dropped a name, and Sheila froze in shock.
Sheila's father was well-connected in political circles, and the lady Lorenzo just mentioned was someone even the Stuard family wouldn't dare provoke.
'Eugene's fiancée is that influential?' she wondered.
"When did they get engaged?" Sheila asked sharply.
"Quite a while back. It was sort of a semi-formal engagement," Lorenzo said.
Sheila asked, "What do you mean by semi-formal?"
Lorenzo explained, "The Pedler family could be of great help to the Moore family. Back then, when Norah went to Lesvinton and met Eugene, Queenie proposed this marriage arrangement to him.
"At that time, Eugene hadn't even met Lorraine yet. To him, marrying anyone would've been the same, and Norah could help rescue Queenie's husband. The elders of the Pedler family all gave their tacit approval.
"As for the Moore family, Eugene's father had already passed away, and his mother would inevitably learn about Norah sooner or later. They just hadn't found the right time to tell her yet."
Sheila frantically ran her fingers through her hair. "So he really does have a fiancée? Then what about Lorraine?"
'Be a mistress? Never,' she wondered.
Lorenzo was also at a loss for how to respond. He shot her a look, then, trying to sound casual, changed the subject. "See how great I am?
"No fiancée, not even an ex-girlfriend to speak of—definitely prime husband material. Don't you think?"
Sheila asked, "Then would you take Lorraine as your wife?"
Lorenzo was totally stunned.
Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain, a sleek black luxury caar came to a smooth stop.
The front-seat bodyguard swiftly stepped out and opened the rear door. "Ms. Pedler, we've arrived."
Norah stepped out of the car, steadying the lace-trimmed brim of her hat as she gazed upward.
The mountain loomed high, surrounded by desolate wilderness. It was her first time ever in a place like this. In the past, she wouldn't have even spared it a glance.
But now it was different. Where Eugene was concerned, she wouldn't hesitate to climb even the highest mountain, let alone some nameless, desolate mountain.
Briana anxiously scanned the surroundings and asked, "Is there a cable car here? Or any other way up the mountain?" She didn't want to see Norah suffer.
"No," Norah replied. She smiled, took off her hat, and kicked off her high heels. "Where are my sneakers? Bring them out for me."
Immediately, an attendant retrieved a suitcase from the trunk, carefully took out the items she requested, and placed them with deference on the ground before her.
After changing into her sneakers, Norah turned to Briana with a smile. "Briana, why aren't you changing your shoes too?"
"Ms. Pedler, the climb will be too much for you. Let's just wait here for him to come down," said Briana.
Norah batted her eyes innocently. "So when is he coming down?"
Briana hesitated, at a loss for words. "He'll have to come down sooner or later, right?"
Norah said firmly, "I'm not waiting around."
"But he's somewhere on this mountain. We just don't know exactly where." Briana fretted.
"Isn't there just one village here? Oh, look, some people are coming down. Let's go ask them." With a dismissive flick of her chin, Norah urged, "Go on, and ask them."
A group of students trudged down the mountain with backpacks, looking visibly drained.
Noticing Briana's reluctance, Norah approached them directly. "Excuse me," she asked politely, "did you all just come down from the mountaintop?"
The bodyguards immediately surrounded her, eyeing the students warily.
"Yeah," the lead student adjusted his glasses. "What's up?"
"Well, my fiancé is up there, and I want to go find him. Could you tell me if there's only one village on this mountain? And is the village clinic at the mountaintop?" she asked.
The moment Norah asked, their expressions grew complicated. They all pursed their lips and fell silent.
"What's wrong? Did I ask something inappropriate?" Norah looked slightly flustered. "Or have we the wrong path?"
"No, you haven't the wrong path," the boy said, waving his hand. "There's only one village up this mountain, and the clinic's right at the top. If you want to go, you'll have to hike up there. However—"
Dressed in a vibrant pink Juicy Couture velour tracksuit, Norah radiated a sweet, doll-like charm.
The car behind her alone must have cost millions, not to mention the impressive entourage of chauffeurs, bodyguards, and attendants trailing after her.
'How could someone this pampered ever make it up that grueling hike?' they wondered.
Norah had gotten the information she wanted. She nodded in thanks, then turned away. "Let's go. Eugene is waiting for me up on the mountain."
As soon as she finished speaking, silence fell over the students behind her once more.
"Wait, is your fiancé Eugene?" Woody, who had been standing silently in the corner, suddenly spoke up.
Norah turned back, her face radiant with a blissful smile. "Yes, why do you ask? Have you met Eugene?"
Woody sneered, "Seen him? Please, your fiancé is already cheating on you."
"Woody, stop," Immediately, a classmate called out to stop her.
Woody wouldn't back down. "What? Did I say something wrong? Eugene is with Lorraine right now. They shared a room last night. And earlier that evening, Lorraine was raped."
"Enough." The boy with glasses quickly reached out to cover Woody's mouth.
Woody didn't resist, her gaunt face showing a look of grim satisfaction—as if she'd finally gotten her revenge. Anyway, she'd said all she needed to. There was nothing left to add.
'So Lorraine isn't so lucky after all, just a mistress. Nothing to envy about that,' Woody wondered.
Norah froze momentarily, her expression blank with shock. "What did you just say?"
Briana stepped forward from behind and addressed Woody firmly, "Miss, this concerns a woman's reputation. You mustn't make careless accusations."
Woody wrenched free from the bespectacled guy's grip. "I'm not lying. The guy who raped her is still rotting in the abandoned well where Eugene dumped him. You'd better go check for yourself."
Briana finally gave a polite smile and said, "Thank you for letting us know. It's getting late. You all should head home soon. Would you like us to have our driver take you home?"
"Thanks, but no need," the students waved their hands and said. "We'll be on our way then. See you."
After the students had left, Briana turned to Norah, gently taking her hand. In a soft, reassuring voice, she asked, "Ms. Pedler, did you catch what they said just now?"
Norah nodded blankly. She heard every word clearly, but the sheer amount of information was overwhelming—her mind was still reeling, struggling to process it all.
'Lorraine was raped. Eugene is by her side. They—' she wondered.
"Now that you've heard everything clearly, there's really nothing for you to worry about," Briana said with a relaxed smile. "Mr. Moore is waiting for you."
Briana scoffed inwardly, 'As if Eugene would still be hung up on a woman who'd been raped. A woman's virtue has always been everything in aristocratic families.'
Even ordinary men couldn't bear their woman being raped, let alone Eugene.
Briana's words were like a wake-up call for Norah. She snapped out of her daze, her spirits instantly lifted. Nodding eagerly, she said cheerfully, "Alright, let's go. Let's bring Eugene back."