Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 26: Chapter 26
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Eugene went completely still at Lorraine's request. He glanced at her in disbelief. "You want me to come with you? You're serious?"
His mind raced with images of how the Shaw family might react to seeing them together.
But Lorraine seemed oblivious to the consequences. She sprang up from her seat, eyes bright with desperation. "Please? Just this once?"
"Why?" Eugene remained unmoved.
"Because I don't want to walk in there feeling brave only to be carried out on a stretcher!" Her voice cracked slightly.
Eugene checked his watch on purpose. "It's late. I should be sleeping."
Lorraine felt her hope slip away. Her shoulders dropped. "Sleep matters more than my stuff? Just several minutes. That's all I'm asking. You can sleep after that. Please?"
Eugene studied her with narrowed eyes. 'She has no sense of boundaries. I've barely offered an inch, and here she is demanding a mile,' he thought.
"Just this once?" She held up a single slender finger, her voice honey-sweet. "Please?" The dim light made her hands look almost too perfect.
That whisper-soft tone was dangerously persuasive. It brought back memories of that night—her fragile body beneath his, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
A familiar heat stirred low in Eugene's gut. Turning abruptly, he yanked open the car door and slid behind the wheel. "End of discussion. Daryl can take you tomorrow."
"But my things... and my rabbit!" Her eyes widened in alarm. "They'll hurt it if we wait until morning."
Eugene was left speechless.
"Eugene, braised rabbit isn't tasty, right? Right?" she pressed, eyes alight with hope.
When Eugene remained silent, she continued, "If my rabbit died, would it be reincarnated?"
She barely paused for breath. "Plus, rabbits are germ factories. Pasteurella, staph... and don't forget parasites—"
"Enough," Eugene cut in sharply, jerking the car toward the Shaw residence. Her chatter was giving him a headache.
"I wasn't done," she shot back. "The parasites include—"
"One more word," he warned, "and you're walking back to fetch that damn rabbit yourself."
"Not damn rabbit. Its name is Coconut," Lorraine huffed. Then she noticed the familiar turn and perked up—Eugene was taking her to the Shaw residence after all.
Eugene's lips twitched. For a second, his foot hovered over the gas instead of the brake. "What kind of name is that? It's awful,' he snapped.
But Lorraine didn't seem to mind his scowl. She just grinned and pulled a silly face at her reflection in the window.
The radio played cheery tunes, and she hummed along under her breath. Her fingers tapped an idle rhythm on her knees.
Eugene glanced at her in the rearview mirror. He was just about to mock her terrible singing when her lips caught him off guard. They were pink and soft, opening slightly with each breath and leaving small clouds in the cold air.
Something about the sight made his throat go dry. He turned away, pressed his own lips together, and pushed down harder on the gas.
Soon, they arrived at the Shaw residence.
Lorraine was halfway out of the car when Eugene stopped her. "Stay here," he said. "I'll get it."
"Oh... okay," Lorraine said, relieved. She had no desire to face the cold stares and silent judgment waiting inside.
She gave Eugene a quick description of her suitcase and the rabbit cage, and he nodded in understanding.
Leaning back in her seat, she watched him stride toward the courtyard. The thought of someone entering that house for her sent a quiet warmth through her chest, strange but steady.
His mind raced with images of how the Shaw family might react to seeing them together.
But Lorraine seemed oblivious to the consequences. She sprang up from her seat, eyes bright with desperation. "Please? Just this once?"
"Why?" Eugene remained unmoved.
"Because I don't want to walk in there feeling brave only to be carried out on a stretcher!" Her voice cracked slightly.
Eugene checked his watch on purpose. "It's late. I should be sleeping."
Lorraine felt her hope slip away. Her shoulders dropped. "Sleep matters more than my stuff? Just several minutes. That's all I'm asking. You can sleep after that. Please?"
Eugene studied her with narrowed eyes. 'She has no sense of boundaries. I've barely offered an inch, and here she is demanding a mile,' he thought.
"Just this once?" She held up a single slender finger, her voice honey-sweet. "Please?" The dim light made her hands look almost too perfect.
That whisper-soft tone was dangerously persuasive. It brought back memories of that night—her fragile body beneath his, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
A familiar heat stirred low in Eugene's gut. Turning abruptly, he yanked open the car door and slid behind the wheel. "End of discussion. Daryl can take you tomorrow."
"But my things... and my rabbit!" Her eyes widened in alarm. "They'll hurt it if we wait until morning."
Eugene was left speechless.
"Eugene, braised rabbit isn't tasty, right? Right?" she pressed, eyes alight with hope.
When Eugene remained silent, she continued, "If my rabbit died, would it be reincarnated?"
She barely paused for breath. "Plus, rabbits are germ factories. Pasteurella, staph... and don't forget parasites—"
"Enough," Eugene cut in sharply, jerking the car toward the Shaw residence. Her chatter was giving him a headache.
"I wasn't done," she shot back. "The parasites include—"
"One more word," he warned, "and you're walking back to fetch that damn rabbit yourself."
"Not damn rabbit. Its name is Coconut," Lorraine huffed. Then she noticed the familiar turn and perked up—Eugene was taking her to the Shaw residence after all.
Eugene's lips twitched. For a second, his foot hovered over the gas instead of the brake. "What kind of name is that? It's awful,' he snapped.
But Lorraine didn't seem to mind his scowl. She just grinned and pulled a silly face at her reflection in the window.
The radio played cheery tunes, and she hummed along under her breath. Her fingers tapped an idle rhythm on her knees.
Eugene glanced at her in the rearview mirror. He was just about to mock her terrible singing when her lips caught him off guard. They were pink and soft, opening slightly with each breath and leaving small clouds in the cold air.
Something about the sight made his throat go dry. He turned away, pressed his own lips together, and pushed down harder on the gas.
Soon, they arrived at the Shaw residence.
Lorraine was halfway out of the car when Eugene stopped her. "Stay here," he said. "I'll get it."
"Oh... okay," Lorraine said, relieved. She had no desire to face the cold stares and silent judgment waiting inside.
She gave Eugene a quick description of her suitcase and the rabbit cage, and he nodded in understanding.
Leaning back in her seat, she watched him stride toward the courtyard. The thought of someone entering that house for her sent a quiet warmth through her chest, strange but steady.
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