Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 141: Chapter 141

Briana bowed at once. "Mr. Moore—" She didn't want to bow, but under Eugene's piercing gaze, she gave in. Eugene was just too domineering, too utterly ruthless.
Norah wanted to beg for mercy, but her throat burned with fear. In front of Eugene, she didn't dare say a single word. She didn't even dare to look at him.
Norah used to think Eugene was like this with everyone. But the woman in his arms was different.
Eugene finally tore his gaze away, stood up, and scooped Lorraine into his arms. Lorraine shivered slightly before wrapping her arms around Eugene's neck.
"Eugene?" Norah scrambled to her feet, her voice trembling, and rushed after him.
With steady strides, Eugene carried Lorraine upstairs, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
Norah struggled to keep up, her eyes bloodshot, barely able to keep going. "Eugene, where are you taking her? What are you going to do to her?"
Even as the words left her lips, Norah already knew—with painful clarity—what Eugene was planning.
Eugene didn't even bother to give her an explanation.
As they went upstairs, Lorraine reached out and gently fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. "Eugene?"
"What's wrong?" Eugene murmured, his voice gentle.
Lorraine hesitantly asked, "Is it that you don't really like your fiancée?"
Even she could sense it now, slow as she was. Otherwise, he wouldn't treat Norah like this.
"Yes," Without a second thought, Eugene answered instantly.
"Okay," Lorraine murmured, her voice trailing off softly.
Lorraine shyly buried her face against Eugene's chest and murmured, "Then who do you like?"
Eugene chuckled, "My silly girl."
"I see." Lorraine nuzzled her forehead over Eugene's heart, no longer daring to ask who that silly girl might be. "Can you not hold anyone else like this from now on?"
"Alright," Eugene replied softly.
Lorraine looked up at him, her eyes bright and clear, a satisfied smile curling on her lips as she beamed at him. "Thank you, Eugene," she said softly.
Eugene looked down at her with a helpless smile. "Lorraine?"
"I'm right here," Lorraine murmured.
"Don't you dare smile at anyone else like that," Eugene said.
'How domineering,' Lorraine thought to herself. She lowered her head again, nuzzling gently against Eugene's chest as a secret smile curved her lips.
Eugene said, "Lorraine?"
"Hmm?" Lorraine murmured.
Eugene's tone was deep. "Stop squirming. It tickles."
Her chest tingled—and her heart even more so.
Eugene thought to himself, 'With her by my side, it's never enough.'
"Okay." Lorraine immediately went still, not daring to move another inch.
Reaching the second-floor bedroom, Eugene kicked the door shut while still holding Lorraine in his arms.
He gently set her down and reached for the waistband of her pants. "Let me examine you," Eugene murmured.
Realizing what Eugene was about to do, Lorraine quickly grabbed a pillow and hid her face behind it, mumbling shyly, "Alright."
'Huh, she is actually not shy about this anymore,' he realized.
Eugene let out a low, husky chuckle, then gently lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Lorraine's chest.
His kisses trailed downwards, gently landing on every scar as if he could kiss away each mark.
Eugene's tender kisses, his feverish lips, and the intoxicating scent of his body slowly melted away all of Lorraine's tension, leaving her pliant and liquid in his arms.
By now, Lorraine had completely forgotten about the one following them.
Eugene's lips traveled down to just below her navel, his tongue teasing slow circles against her sensitive skin, round and round. His lips traveled lower still.
Lorraine froze for a heartbeat, pushed the pillow aside, and gently cupped Eugene's face in her hands. "Eugene?" she whispered.
'What is he going to do?' Lorraine wondered, her pulse quickening.
"Be good, Lorraine. Give yourself to me," Eugene murmured, reaching down to hook a finger into the delicate waistband of her underwear. Eugene lowered his head, his lips descending slowly.
Norah stumbled unsteadily down the stairs, her face pale. Her eyes were utterly lifeless, filled with a despair that threatened to shatter her.
The house wasn't exactly well-built, and the walls were paper-thin.
From the moment Eugene carried Lorraine upstairs, Norah couldn't help but hear everything with painful clarity—their whispered words, every breath, even the intimate sounds of their passion.
Briana rushed in from the courtyard and caught her arm. "Ms. Pedler, let's go back to Jonalesburg. We'll tell your parents everything that happened here. They'll make things right for you."
'Why put yourself through all this pain and humiliation here?' Briana wondered, 'Once back in Jonalesburg, dealing with the Moore family would be as easy as snapping their fingers for the Pedler family.'
"I-I'm fine." Norah weakly waved her hand, her voice trembling. "Don't tell my parents. If they find out, Eugene and I will never have another chance."
Her vision suddenly blacked out. Consumed by anguish, she pitched forward violently and, to her own shock, lost consciousness on the spot.
Briana burst into tears. "Ms. Pedler—"
The bodyguards rushed over without hesitation, quickly lifting Norah and carrying her back to her room.
Sheila pulled up a stool and perched herself in the center of the courtyard, clicking her tongue. 'Eugene can be seriously ruthless. Norah is such a pampered little princess, yet he didn't soften his heart one bit,' she wondered.
Sheila glanced toward the corner, where Lorenzo stood frozen in place. Even from behind, his rigid posture radiated a stubborn, almost heroic endurance.
Sheila burst out laughing. "Lorenzo, have you calmed down yet?"
With the courtyard empty, Lorenzo had long since lost every shred of dignity in front of Sheila. With nothing left to lose, Lorenzo simply turned around to face her.
With a very noticeable tent in his pants, Lorenzo walked right over to Sheila.
Sheila shot Lorenzo a look: "Seriously, not the time or place."
"I'd pay attention if I could, but it's got a mind of its own. What am I supposed to do?" he said.
"Here, cover up." Sheila casually grabbed a box of tissues. As soon as Lorenzo sat down, she quickly pulled out dozens of sheets and stuffed them right into his lap.
"Thanks, Sheila," Lorenzo said with a wry smile.
Sheila clapped her hands and stood up, grinning. "You're welcome. Good luck putting out that fire yourself. I'm off to bed. Night."
Lorenzo stared at Sheila's playful figure darting away and sighed inwardly, 'Looks like I'm in for a long, restless night.'
Two months without her—now even words felt like wasted time.
Eugene's relentless teasing reduced Lorraine to a mindless haze, her thoughts utterly scattered.
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her body's primal instincts guiding her to rapturous heights she'd never known.
Lorraine clung to him as if the night would never end and he would never leave her. She held him desperately, not daring to let go even for a moment.
Lost in a dreamlike haze, Lorraine surrendered to Eugene's tenderness and warmth, never wanting the dawn to break.
Their bodies were already intimately familiar. Lorraine melted into pliant surrender beneath him, while Eugene hovered above, his muscles taut and arms braced to hold his weight.
Eugene watched as Lorraine melted beneath him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, soft moans escaping her parted lips.
Trembling like an autumn leaf, Lorraine clung to him desperately, as if he were her last lifeline.
It was such complete trust, such utter surrender. In this moment, her entire world revolved around him.
The way Lorraine looked at Eugene, in that moment, if she had asked for the whole world, he would have given it to her without hesitation. She was killing him.
Well into the night, mindful of her injuries, he carefully guided her to another shattering climax before finally surrendering himself to her completely.
Eugene rolled over, effortlessly scooping Lorraine up and settling her atop his chest. Yet he remained inside her, refusing to withdraw.
Lorraine squirmed slightly, feeling uncomfortable. Where they were joined, her body pulsed rhythmically around him, instinctively trying to push him out.
Eugene refused to let go, tightening his embrace to keep her still. "Be good."
She lay limply against his chest, spent and boneless. Lorraine's lower abdomen felt warm and full, slightly swollen, but with Eugene still inside her, not a single drop could escape. It was so full.
"Go to sleep," Eugene murmured, gently brushing the sweat-dampened strands from Lorraine's forehead. "Tomorrow, I'll take you back to Auretian. You promised me. You'll stay with me. Don't you dare go anywhere else. Understood?"
"Okay." Half-awake and half-asleep, Lorraine wasn't even sure if she'd really heard Eugene's last words. Her eyelids grew heavy and, overcome by exhaustion, she drifted off to sleep.
Eugene held Lorraine quietly in his arms for a while. Then he glanced at the time. When he felt the time was right, he gently turned her over and settled her comfortably on the bed.
Eugene gently withdrew from her, then slipped a pillow under her hips to elevate them a bit. His gaze softened as he looked down at her, and his fingers traced tender circles over her flat stomach.
He fetched some warm water and gently cleansed them both. Where his passion had been, her skin was left tender and flushed.
Eugene gently massaged her, then slipped back beside her and pulled the covers over them both.
Eugene closed his eyes, ready to drift into sleep. Suddenly, a bright light flashed outside the window.
The sound of rotor blades grew louder as the helicopter approached, shattering the absolute silence of the mountain night. Suddenly, the heavy thud of the helicopter touching down echoed through the night.
The helicopter's searchlight flooded the room with blinding brightness. In Eugene's arms, Lorraine stirred slightly, as if about to wake.
Eugene sprang up, alert, and yanked all the curtains shut. With the curtains drawn, Lorraine finally drifted back into a peaceful sleep.
He grabbed the wristwatch from the nightstand and checked the time. It was 3 AM.
The helicopter showed up a full five hours ahead of schedule. It wasn't as scheduled.
Eugene threw on his clothes and rushed downstairs, finding Lorenzo already awake and on high alert. Norah's bodyguards arrived at the same time.
Lorenzo shouted, his voice torn apart by the deafening rotor wash, "Eugene, what's going on? Could they be hostile?"
Lorenzo instantly flanked Eugene, his combat-honed instincts kicking into high gear.
Eugene shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line. He grabbed Lorenzo's arm and pulled him back a step, the two of them instinctively assuming a defensive stance.
Soon, the rotor blades finally fell silent, and the cabin door swung open from within.
It was the Moore family's regular pilot. His gaze swept across the area. The moment he spotted Eugene, he rushed over. "Mr. Moore."
"What's going on? Why so early?" Eugene demanded in a low voice.
The mountainous region was shrouded in thick fog, drastically reducing the helicopter's visibility—and this pilot had served Eugene faithfully for many years.
He wouldn't have acted on his own unless it was a dire emergency.
The pilot straightened up, his eyes filled with worry. "Ms. Godfrey is in critical condition. Mrs. Moore sent me to fetch you back immediately."