Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 147: Chapter 147
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Lorraine was awakened by the cries of street vendors outside her courtyard house.
The midday sun shone brightly outside the window, and the crisp autumn air was refreshing. It was already noon.
As Thanksgiving approached, Antiquity Lane would come alive with excitement.
Seeing that Eugene had left for the hospital, Lorraine quickly freshened up and pushed open the main gate of the palatial stone manor. She found the street lined with unfamiliar vendors she had never seen before.
There were vendors selling hot dogs and tacos, and the aroma was irresistible. She rushed back to her room, grabbed some change, and went back out.
Lorraine said to the vendor, "I want a hot dog."
The vendor, a burly middle-aged man holding a greasy ladle, looked conflicted. He then said, "Why not try a taco instead? Too much of this stuff isn't good for you."
Lorraine blinked in confusion. It was the first time she had ever seen a vendor try to talk a customer out of buying his food. She couldn't help but give the hot dog vendor another once-over.
She pondered, 'The vendor's stall and tools are brand new, with just a few hot dogs on display. Is he a newbie? Maybe he thinks his hot dog doesn't taste good?'
After a moment's thought, Lorraine pulled out her phone and searched online for a recipe for hot dogs. Handing the vendor the phone, she said, "Here, just follow these steps."
The vendor replied, "Honestly, I really can't sell this to you. Why don't you try a taco instead?"
Lorraine thought, 'Every other vendor is hustling for customers, but this guy is just plain weird.'
Lorraine turned and hurried to the taco stall. She bought one, walked into the palatial stone manor, and eagerly took a bite.
To her dismay, the taco was a disappointing combination of dry meat and mushy vegetables, all wrapped in a subpar tortilla. The meat was so hot that she couldn't help but yelp in pain as soon as she took a bite.
Suddenly, the door was flung open from outside. Two men, who were opposed to selling tacos and hot dogs outside, burst through the door. One rushed to shield Lorraine with his body, while the other immediately drew his gun, scanning the surroundings with sharp vigilance.
Lorraine stared at them in shock. She exclaimed, "What the hell are you guys doing?"
The two burly men were plainly dressed, yet absurdly adorned with little floral-patterned aprons. The sight was both comical and jarring.
One man asked with concern, "Ms. Shaw, what made you cry out just now?"
Lorraine asked, "How did you know my last name is Shaw?"
"Did someone breach the premises?" the man asked.
Lorraine suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. She said, "There's no one else here except you two. Seriously, who are you guys? If you don't tell me, I'm calling the police."
The two men holstered their guns and swept the courtyard inside and out with professional efficiency. Satisfied, they took up positions flanking the entrance, standing guard like a pair of stone-faced sentinels.
One man went back to pretending to sell hot dogs, and another resumed his act at the taco, as if nothing had happened. They stood guard like a pair of stone-faced sentinels.
Lorraine stood frozen in confusion for a moment, then dashed over to slam the door shut. She sprinted back to her bedroom, buried her head beneath the pillow, and frantically dialed Eugene's number.
Eugene was in the doctor's office finalizing Queenie's upcoming treatment plan when the call came. He paused mid-gesture, signaling the medical team to wait.
Eugene then answered the phone. He asked, "You're awake?"
"Eugene, there are two peculiar people outside," Lorraine whispered nervously.
Eugene asked, "What people?"
Lorraine explained, "There were two burly guys outside selling hot dogs and tacos. But the hot dog vendor flat-out refused to sell me any. Then, for no reason, they suddenly barged in, started calling me 'Ms. Shaw'. And they were armed!
"My heart is still pounding wildly, the fright not yet gone."
Eugene pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "You..."
Lorraine peeked out slightly from under the pillow and scanned the room. She whispered, "Don't talk, just listen! Did you make someone with a grudge against you?"
Eugene fell silent.
Lorraine said urgently, "Do you have anything important to grab? I'll get it for you now, then I'll climb over the backyard wall. We'll meet up at Moore Group and figure out a plan!"
Even in the hospital's solemn atmosphere, Eugene struggled to suppress a laugh. He thought for a moment, then couldn't help but tease her. He said, "If they're really after me, why wouldn't you just run for it first?"
"How could I leave you behind? You mean everything to me!" Lorraine blurted out. Realizing what she'd just said, she yanked the pillow over her head in embarrassment. She thought 'Oh god. Was I that shameless just now?'
Eugene paused, his eyes instantly softening. "Silly girl," he murmured tenderly.
Lorraine stammered, "No, I mean... Whatever! Just take it the way you heard it." She thought, 'Well, I've already told him I like him. What's one more embarrassing moment?'
She suddenly realized that once she learned to embrace awkwardness, the whole world would suddenly open up before her.
Eugene let out a soft chuckle and said, "Everything important to me is in the study. You can take a look later. Don't worry, the men at the door are mine. I had them there to protect you."
After a stunned pause, Lorraine's racing heart finally settled back to normal. Suddenly, she felt wronged and pouted, "He wouldn't even let me have any hot dogs."
Eugene fell silent. He thought, 'Is she tattling on my men to me now?' Getting up, he stepped away from the medical team and walked alone onto the balcony.
With a mix of exasperation and tenderness, he said, "You really can't have a hot dog. You can try a little of the other snacks, but don't overdo it with any of them."
"Fine," Lorraine sighed with a reluctant pout.
She thought, 'Well, what else can I say after he put it like that? After all, I'm living under his roof and eating his food. I really can't bite the hand that feeds me.
'So even if he withholds one or two hot dogs from me, I guess I can't complain, can I?'
Eugene teased, "Don't pout. Your lips are sticking out so much I could hang a bucket on them."
"How did you know?" Lorraine exclaimed as she touched her lips in surprise.
Eugene replied, "I know everything about you. Be a good girl and stay put. Don't go wandering off. Have the soup ready by noon, I'll come pick it up."
"Okay," Lorraine replied cheerfully. The thought of making soup cheered her up. She hung up the phone and dashed straight to the kitchen. She had already been thinking about lunch after finishing breakfast.
Eugene stood on the hospital balcony, a gentle smile lingering on his lips. After a moment's thought, he called the bodyguard posing as the hot dog vendor and said, "She can't have hot dogs. Switch to selling pudding instead."
The bodyguard was utterly speechless. He complained inside, 'If I can't even make hot dogs, how the hell am I supposed to whip up pudding?
'Honestly, being a bodyguard these days means you have to be a jack of all trades. Who knew I'd need to master everything? It's not easy.'
When lunchtime arrived, Lorraine thoughtfully brought out two boxed meals for the bodyguards stationed at the entrance.
Both men looked flustered. One said, "Ms. Shaw, we couldn't possibly accept this."
Lorraine said with a smile, "Why not? Even though you wouldn't let me eat hot dogs, you all work for Eugene. I don't want people to say he's a stingy boss who doesn't even feed his men."
The bodyguards exchanged glances, thinking, 'So it was all for the boss after all.'
Lorraine thrust the lunch boxes into their hands and said, "So, what are your names? What should I call you guys? Go on, dig in!"
One man replied, "My name's Bailey, and he's Baylor. We're brothers."
Lorraine sized them up for a moment and thought, 'They do look like brothers.' Then she asked, "Hey Bailey, can I have one of your hot dogs now?"
Bailey choked on his food, coughing as he shuffled to the side.
To Lorraine's surprise, the hot dog stall had vanished, replaced by a pudding stall.
Lorraine couldn't hide her disappointment. She muttered, "Gone already?"
Bailey and Baylor exchanged awkward chuckles. They thought, 'Our boss doesn't allow you to eat hot dogs, what else can we do? It's not our fault, we're just as helpless as you are.'
"How's the food? Good?" Lorraine asked them.
"Delicious!" Bailey and Baylor exclaimed in unison, giving enthusiastic thumbs-up. They thought, 'Food from the boss's lady must be delicious.'
"If even the trial dishes taste good, then I can confidently prepare the main dishes now," Lorraine murmured to herself. She walked back into the palatial stone manor, heading to the kitchen.
Bailey and Baylor stood there, speechless.
Lorraine had just stepped back into the kitchen when her phone buzzed. It was Sheila and Shirin calling.
The two insisted on coming over, and Lorraine couldn't say no. She said, "I'm at the palatial stone manor. Sheila has been here before."
"Got it!" Sheila replied.
Shirin and Sheila, arms piled high with grocery bags of snacks, made their way toward the palatial stone manor. No sooner had they reached the entrance than Bailey and Baylor abruptly blocked their path, stopping them before they could even step inside.
Sheila frowned. She thought, 'What the hell is this supposed to mean? What business do the pudding guy and the taco guy meddle in other people's affairs?'
"Could you please hand over all your bags for a quick check?" Baylor asked, retrieving a metal detector from beneath the sweet potato stall.
"Holy crap, a security check?" Sheila snapped, her temper flaring instantly.
She thought, 'They might look like street vendors, but that is just a facade. Just looking at those bulging muscles, it's obvious they're bodyguards sent by Eugene. What the hell is this? Is this some kind of disguised house arrest for Lorraine?
'What the hell is Eugene thinking? Who gave him the right to do this?'
Shirin stood to the side, practically drooling as she stared at the pudding. She furtively tugged at Sheila's sleeve and whispered, "Sheila, are you hungry?"
Sheila was speechless.
Lorraine came rushing over from the courtyard, calling out to the guards, "They're my friends. Please let them in!"
Bailey and Baylor exchanged a glance, then resumed their positions at attention, hands clasped behind their backs.
Sheila stormed inside, fuming.
Shirin kept looking back longingly as she walked away, still fixated on the pudding. She was preoccupied with thoughts of pudding, envisioning its smooth, creamy texture and the delightful sweetness that melted in her mouth.
Lorraine reached out to pull her away. She said, "Stop looking. Their food is disgusting. The taco tastes terrible. They probably had to become bodyguards after their food stall business went bust."
Bailey and Baylor exchanged helpless glances, almost on the verge of tears.
The midday sun shone brightly outside the window, and the crisp autumn air was refreshing. It was already noon.
As Thanksgiving approached, Antiquity Lane would come alive with excitement.
Seeing that Eugene had left for the hospital, Lorraine quickly freshened up and pushed open the main gate of the palatial stone manor. She found the street lined with unfamiliar vendors she had never seen before.
There were vendors selling hot dogs and tacos, and the aroma was irresistible. She rushed back to her room, grabbed some change, and went back out.
Lorraine said to the vendor, "I want a hot dog."
The vendor, a burly middle-aged man holding a greasy ladle, looked conflicted. He then said, "Why not try a taco instead? Too much of this stuff isn't good for you."
Lorraine blinked in confusion. It was the first time she had ever seen a vendor try to talk a customer out of buying his food. She couldn't help but give the hot dog vendor another once-over.
She pondered, 'The vendor's stall and tools are brand new, with just a few hot dogs on display. Is he a newbie? Maybe he thinks his hot dog doesn't taste good?'
After a moment's thought, Lorraine pulled out her phone and searched online for a recipe for hot dogs. Handing the vendor the phone, she said, "Here, just follow these steps."
The vendor replied, "Honestly, I really can't sell this to you. Why don't you try a taco instead?"
Lorraine thought, 'Every other vendor is hustling for customers, but this guy is just plain weird.'
Lorraine turned and hurried to the taco stall. She bought one, walked into the palatial stone manor, and eagerly took a bite.
To her dismay, the taco was a disappointing combination of dry meat and mushy vegetables, all wrapped in a subpar tortilla. The meat was so hot that she couldn't help but yelp in pain as soon as she took a bite.
Suddenly, the door was flung open from outside. Two men, who were opposed to selling tacos and hot dogs outside, burst through the door. One rushed to shield Lorraine with his body, while the other immediately drew his gun, scanning the surroundings with sharp vigilance.
Lorraine stared at them in shock. She exclaimed, "What the hell are you guys doing?"
The two burly men were plainly dressed, yet absurdly adorned with little floral-patterned aprons. The sight was both comical and jarring.
One man asked with concern, "Ms. Shaw, what made you cry out just now?"
Lorraine asked, "How did you know my last name is Shaw?"
"Did someone breach the premises?" the man asked.
Lorraine suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. She said, "There's no one else here except you two. Seriously, who are you guys? If you don't tell me, I'm calling the police."
The two men holstered their guns and swept the courtyard inside and out with professional efficiency. Satisfied, they took up positions flanking the entrance, standing guard like a pair of stone-faced sentinels.
One man went back to pretending to sell hot dogs, and another resumed his act at the taco, as if nothing had happened. They stood guard like a pair of stone-faced sentinels.
Lorraine stood frozen in confusion for a moment, then dashed over to slam the door shut. She sprinted back to her bedroom, buried her head beneath the pillow, and frantically dialed Eugene's number.
Eugene was in the doctor's office finalizing Queenie's upcoming treatment plan when the call came. He paused mid-gesture, signaling the medical team to wait.
Eugene then answered the phone. He asked, "You're awake?"
"Eugene, there are two peculiar people outside," Lorraine whispered nervously.
Eugene asked, "What people?"
Lorraine explained, "There were two burly guys outside selling hot dogs and tacos. But the hot dog vendor flat-out refused to sell me any. Then, for no reason, they suddenly barged in, started calling me 'Ms. Shaw'. And they were armed!
"My heart is still pounding wildly, the fright not yet gone."
Eugene pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "You..."
Lorraine peeked out slightly from under the pillow and scanned the room. She whispered, "Don't talk, just listen! Did you make someone with a grudge against you?"
Eugene fell silent.
Lorraine said urgently, "Do you have anything important to grab? I'll get it for you now, then I'll climb over the backyard wall. We'll meet up at Moore Group and figure out a plan!"
Even in the hospital's solemn atmosphere, Eugene struggled to suppress a laugh. He thought for a moment, then couldn't help but tease her. He said, "If they're really after me, why wouldn't you just run for it first?"
"How could I leave you behind? You mean everything to me!" Lorraine blurted out. Realizing what she'd just said, she yanked the pillow over her head in embarrassment. She thought 'Oh god. Was I that shameless just now?'
Eugene paused, his eyes instantly softening. "Silly girl," he murmured tenderly.
Lorraine stammered, "No, I mean... Whatever! Just take it the way you heard it." She thought, 'Well, I've already told him I like him. What's one more embarrassing moment?'
She suddenly realized that once she learned to embrace awkwardness, the whole world would suddenly open up before her.
Eugene let out a soft chuckle and said, "Everything important to me is in the study. You can take a look later. Don't worry, the men at the door are mine. I had them there to protect you."
After a stunned pause, Lorraine's racing heart finally settled back to normal. Suddenly, she felt wronged and pouted, "He wouldn't even let me have any hot dogs."
Eugene fell silent. He thought, 'Is she tattling on my men to me now?' Getting up, he stepped away from the medical team and walked alone onto the balcony.
With a mix of exasperation and tenderness, he said, "You really can't have a hot dog. You can try a little of the other snacks, but don't overdo it with any of them."
"Fine," Lorraine sighed with a reluctant pout.
She thought, 'Well, what else can I say after he put it like that? After all, I'm living under his roof and eating his food. I really can't bite the hand that feeds me.
'So even if he withholds one or two hot dogs from me, I guess I can't complain, can I?'
Eugene teased, "Don't pout. Your lips are sticking out so much I could hang a bucket on them."
"How did you know?" Lorraine exclaimed as she touched her lips in surprise.
Eugene replied, "I know everything about you. Be a good girl and stay put. Don't go wandering off. Have the soup ready by noon, I'll come pick it up."
"Okay," Lorraine replied cheerfully. The thought of making soup cheered her up. She hung up the phone and dashed straight to the kitchen. She had already been thinking about lunch after finishing breakfast.
Eugene stood on the hospital balcony, a gentle smile lingering on his lips. After a moment's thought, he called the bodyguard posing as the hot dog vendor and said, "She can't have hot dogs. Switch to selling pudding instead."
The bodyguard was utterly speechless. He complained inside, 'If I can't even make hot dogs, how the hell am I supposed to whip up pudding?
'Honestly, being a bodyguard these days means you have to be a jack of all trades. Who knew I'd need to master everything? It's not easy.'
When lunchtime arrived, Lorraine thoughtfully brought out two boxed meals for the bodyguards stationed at the entrance.
Both men looked flustered. One said, "Ms. Shaw, we couldn't possibly accept this."
Lorraine said with a smile, "Why not? Even though you wouldn't let me eat hot dogs, you all work for Eugene. I don't want people to say he's a stingy boss who doesn't even feed his men."
The bodyguards exchanged glances, thinking, 'So it was all for the boss after all.'
Lorraine thrust the lunch boxes into their hands and said, "So, what are your names? What should I call you guys? Go on, dig in!"
One man replied, "My name's Bailey, and he's Baylor. We're brothers."
Lorraine sized them up for a moment and thought, 'They do look like brothers.' Then she asked, "Hey Bailey, can I have one of your hot dogs now?"
Bailey choked on his food, coughing as he shuffled to the side.
To Lorraine's surprise, the hot dog stall had vanished, replaced by a pudding stall.
Lorraine couldn't hide her disappointment. She muttered, "Gone already?"
Bailey and Baylor exchanged awkward chuckles. They thought, 'Our boss doesn't allow you to eat hot dogs, what else can we do? It's not our fault, we're just as helpless as you are.'
"How's the food? Good?" Lorraine asked them.
"Delicious!" Bailey and Baylor exclaimed in unison, giving enthusiastic thumbs-up. They thought, 'Food from the boss's lady must be delicious.'
"If even the trial dishes taste good, then I can confidently prepare the main dishes now," Lorraine murmured to herself. She walked back into the palatial stone manor, heading to the kitchen.
Bailey and Baylor stood there, speechless.
Lorraine had just stepped back into the kitchen when her phone buzzed. It was Sheila and Shirin calling.
The two insisted on coming over, and Lorraine couldn't say no. She said, "I'm at the palatial stone manor. Sheila has been here before."
"Got it!" Sheila replied.
Shirin and Sheila, arms piled high with grocery bags of snacks, made their way toward the palatial stone manor. No sooner had they reached the entrance than Bailey and Baylor abruptly blocked their path, stopping them before they could even step inside.
Sheila frowned. She thought, 'What the hell is this supposed to mean? What business do the pudding guy and the taco guy meddle in other people's affairs?'
"Could you please hand over all your bags for a quick check?" Baylor asked, retrieving a metal detector from beneath the sweet potato stall.
"Holy crap, a security check?" Sheila snapped, her temper flaring instantly.
She thought, 'They might look like street vendors, but that is just a facade. Just looking at those bulging muscles, it's obvious they're bodyguards sent by Eugene. What the hell is this? Is this some kind of disguised house arrest for Lorraine?
'What the hell is Eugene thinking? Who gave him the right to do this?'
Shirin stood to the side, practically drooling as she stared at the pudding. She furtively tugged at Sheila's sleeve and whispered, "Sheila, are you hungry?"
Sheila was speechless.
Lorraine came rushing over from the courtyard, calling out to the guards, "They're my friends. Please let them in!"
Bailey and Baylor exchanged a glance, then resumed their positions at attention, hands clasped behind their backs.
Sheila stormed inside, fuming.
Shirin kept looking back longingly as she walked away, still fixated on the pudding. She was preoccupied with thoughts of pudding, envisioning its smooth, creamy texture and the delightful sweetness that melted in her mouth.
Lorraine reached out to pull her away. She said, "Stop looking. Their food is disgusting. The taco tastes terrible. They probably had to become bodyguards after their food stall business went bust."
Bailey and Baylor exchanged helpless glances, almost on the verge of tears.
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