Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 140: Chapter 140

'A kissing contest?' she wondered. Lorraine knew Sheila had plenty of wild friends, but Sheila wasn't into that kind of thing.
"Sheila, are you sure about this?" Lorraine asked.
"Of course." Sheila lifted her chin and shot Norah a challenging look. "Ms. Pedler, care to join? Since you didn't bring a partner, why not pick one from your bodyguards?"
Norah froze for a moment, her face burning with humiliation. She let her hands fall to her sides, her nails digging deep into the tender flesh of her palms—only then did she manage to suppress her fury.
With a sweet, slightly forced smile for everyone, Norah finally let her gaze linger on Eugene. Then she said softly, "Eugene, are you really going to play this game? I'm your fiancée. The one you should be with is me."
Eugene smiled. In his eyes, which were usually calm and composed, a hint of devilish charm gradually emerged.
Norah's breath hitched. 'That's just how Eugene is—sometimes, a casual smile from him could utterly destroy me,' she wondered.
Lorraine, too, looked up at him. Under the fiery sunset sky, he suddenly reached out and pulled her in. Before Lorraine could even react, she found herself pulled right onto Eugene's lap.
Her petite frame contrasted sharply with his towering stature.
He gently pulled her into his arms, like a shelter from the storm. Finally, after making sure he wouldn't touch her wound, he pressed his lips to hers, slowly, deliberately, and with all the care in his heart.
Lorraine's mind was a complete mess. She just stood there, frozen in shock.
'His fiancée is right here. How could he—' she wondered. Before Lorraine could make sense of anything, Eugene's tongue slipped past her lips, tangling up what little sense she had left.
"Focus on me," Eugene murmured softly. Freeing one hand, he cupped the side of her face and kissed her with single-minded fervor.
Lorraine couldn't think about anything else anymore. Unable to resist, her hands instinctively rose and wrapped around Eugene's neck.
Locked in a passionate embrace, they were oblivious to the world.
Sheila gleefully glanced at Norah. Her face couldn't be darker.
"Sheila?" Lorenzo raised his hand discreetly beside her and murmured, just loud enough for her to hear, "I'm right here."
Standing right beside him, Sheila suddenly bent down, hooked a finger under Lorenzo's collar, and with a swift tug, pulled him straight into the corner.
Ever since Lorenzo heard Sheila suggest a kissing contest, he'd been completely spaced out, still totally lost in a fog.
Sheila shifted positions, tucking herself into the corner and having Lorenzo shield her from view.
"Sheila—" Lorenzo said, his gaze fixed on her plump, cherry-red lips. His Adam's apple bobbed as he unconsciously swallowed hard.
"Yes, close your eyes," Sheila commanded him. Lorenzo obediently did as he was told.
Sheila and Lorenzo were both tall. With both hands, she clutched his shirt and gradually rose onto her tiptoes.
The rose-scented shampoo grew richer, filling Lorenzo's senses with its intoxicating sweetness.
His heart was pounding like crazy. He felt like he was about to have a heart attack.
'God, am I going to survive this? No matter what, I have to hold it together,' Lorenzo told himself. 'At the very least, let her finish the kiss first.'
He was going all in for her, determined to go down fighting just to help Sheila win this game. Lorenzo stealthily slipped his hand around Sheila's waist, gently pulling her closer into his embrace.
Then, Sheila stopped just 0.004 inches from his lips. "Alright, we're just faking it."
Lorenzo was stunned for a moment. The tension in his chest vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of utter bewilderment, and then a creeping wave of disappointment washed over him, impossible to resist.
Lorenzo paused, then teased with a grin, "Sheila, really not gonna kiss me? Come on, it's totally free."
"Just shut up," Sheila said.
Lorenzo grinned and teased, "But what if you can't help yourself and just jump me?"
'I mean we're this close,' he thought.
Sheila hissed, "Shut the hell up, you hear me? Not another word. If Norah finds out, I swear I'll end you."
"Okay." Lorenzo stood there, stiff as a board, his fingers unconsciously tracing gentle circles along her waist.
Sheila couldn't help but let out a soft sound. 'That's my sensitive spot, you jerk,' she thought.
Now that Lorenzo had uncovered this sensitive spot, his fingers couldn't resist teasing her again.
Sheila couldn't suppress a shiver, her lips accidentally brushing against Lorenzo's. Sheila quickly pulled back again, putting a little more distance between them.
"That wasn't on purpose," Sheila whispered sharply. "Keep your hands still."
"Oh, it wasn't on purpose either," Lorenzo said with exaggerated innocence.
But in Lorenzo's mind, he began to savor that fleeting, gentle kiss—so light, like a butterfly brushing past.
'Her lips were so soft and so sweet,' Lorenzo thought, lost in the sensation. 'Damn, that was over way too fast.' He barely had time to savor it before she pulled away.
Lorenzo's fingers moved again, teasingly tracing along her waist, as if to tickle her.
Sheila suddenly leaned in and planted a hard, punishing kiss right on Lorenzo's lips.
Sheila glared, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes. "Lorenzo, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"Me? No way. Sheila, maybe we should just call it quits. There's no way we can keep up with their endurance," he said.
"Like hell I will." Sheila's eyes darted past Lorenzo's shoulder, sneaking a glance at Norah.
'Well, well, look at Ms. Pedler, such impressive composure,' wondered Sheila. Norah hadn't budged an inch, though Sheila could see her trembling just a little.
Sheila thought, 'Guess I'll have to keep this up a little longer.'
Sheila gritted her teeth and rose up on her tiptoes, her nose just brushing against Lorenzo's. Through clenched teeth, she warned, "If you dare move again, you'll never see me after today."
Even as their bodies drew close, Sheila's words were cold and final.
'God, I'm going crazy here. This is the sweetest kind of torment,' Lorenzo thought. 'Her cherry-red lips were right there, so close, yet completely off-limits.
'I had her soft, warm body right in my arms, but I couldn't do a damn thing about it. This is pure torture—honestly.'
Lorenzo just shut his eyes, his lips moving ever so slightly as if chanting a mantra to keep himself sane.
Sheila leaned in and asked in a hushed tone, curiosity in her voice, "What are you mumbling?"
"Bible," Lorenzo muttered.
Sheila rolled her eyes. "Reciting the Bible while fantasizing about pornographic movies, huh?"
Lorenzo opened his eyes with a grin. "How did you know? Guess we're really on the same wavelength."
Lorenzo paused, then softly called, "Sheila?"
Sheila snapped, "Spit it out."
Lorenzo said, "I get it up."
Sheila was stunned for a moment.
"Don't believe me? Feel for yourself," he said.
"In your dreams," Sheila scoffed.
"Just touch me, no need in my dream. Go on, feel it. It's definitely over ten inches, way above your standards. Sheila, just let me rub against you a little, please?" Lorenzo murmured.
'If it weren't for the situation, I'd slap the hell out of this pervert,' Sheila fumed inwardly.
Meanwhile, Norah stood rooted to the spot, deliberately ignoring whatever Sheila and Lorenzo were up to. Her eyes were locked onto Eugene and Lorraine right in front of her.
The petite woman nestled in Eugene's arms like a doll, her fingers threading through his thick, short hair, her thumb pressing gently into his ear canal.
Eugene was completely lost in the moment, without seeming affected. Every movement showed how utterly engrossed he was, his focus entirely on her.
Norah kept telling herself, 'Don't look. Just stop staring. I need to look away now.' But she just couldn't tear her eyes away.
Watching them flaunt their intimacy so brazenly before her, Norah knew they must have shared countless nights of passion.
Those nights, Norah had exhausted herself imagining them over and over—every touch, every whisper with Eugene—yet none of it ever came true.
Not far away, Briana was already in tears, head bowed as she silently wiped them away. But out of deference to Norah, she didn't dare step forward.
All Briana could do was stand by helplessly, watching Norah—whom she had raised from childhood—endure mounting humiliation. But she didn't know how to save Norah, how to help her.
Eugene deepened the kiss, his fingers tracing slow circles along Lorraine's collarbone before slipping beneath the hem of her blouse, exploring upward.
"Enough," Norah finally snapped, her voice cracking as she screamed, pushed to her absolute limit. But no one paid her any attention.
Eugene ignored her completely, his lips still locked with Lorraine's.
In the corner, Sheila and Lorenzo were still locked in a kiss, seemingly inseparable.
With red-rimmed, burning eyes, Norah dashed over and reached out to grab Eugene's hand. But she couldn't budge him at all—not even an inch.
Eugene shielded Lorraine in his arms, terrified that anyone might hurt his precious girl.
Her legs gave way, and Norah collapsed to the ground. "Eugene, how could you? How could you do this to me?"
Eugene ignored her completely.
Over there, Sheila glanced over, clearly pleased—her plan had worked perfectly.
Sheila gave Lorenzo a shove. "Move. You're coming with me."
Lorenzo gave a wry smile. "You go ahead. I need a moment to, uh, compose myself."
"Why?" Sheila teased.
"I can't exactly walk out there pitching a tent, can I?" he said.
Sheila couldn't help but glance down and saw that Lorenzo's pants were practically bursting at the seams beneath his belt. 'Damn, that's huge,' she thought.
She cleared her throat and whirled away. "Take your time. I'm out." She didn't hesitate for a second—she spun on her heel and bolted.
Lorenzo sighed helplessly.
Sheila strode up to Norah and said, "Ms. Pedler, your maid called Lorraine filthy today. But I think the truly filthy one is the person who is unwanted and unloved. Wouldn't you agree?"
The moment Sheila's words landed, a heavy silence fell over the room.
Eugene stopped abruptly, carefully adjusted Lorraine's clothes, then pulled her into a tight, possessive embrace, shielding her completely from any prying eyes. Then, Eugene turned his icy gaze on Norah.
The passion in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by layer upon layer of icy frost. His gaze grew razor-sharp, chilling to the bone. "Did your maid say that today?" Eugene asked coldly.
Norah shook her head, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word. She couldn't say it, and I didn't even dare to.
Eugene turned his icy gaze to Sheila again.
Sheila nodded at him. "That's exactly what she said. Called Lorraine filthy—not worthy to sit at the same table as their precious lady, and not even fit to eat her cooking."
Sheila scoffed to herself, 'Snitching? Like that's hard. With just a bit of shamelessness and audacity, I can file this complaint however I damn well please.'
Eugene's gaze turned ice-cold. Sensing Lorraine squirm uneasily in his arms, he began stroking her back in slow, soothing motions like petting a nervous kitten nestled against him.
Lorraine, quick to understand his silent reassurance, clutched the front of Eugene's shirt tightly and nestled securely in his embrace, staying perfectly still.
Eugene turned his head, his icy gaze locking onto Briana in the distance.