Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Sheila rushed out of Silverlake Villa, crossing herself like she'd just barely escaped disaster. 'Lorraine, you're on your own now. Good luck,' she thought.
She reached into her pocket to grab some cash for a cab but instead felt a small, hard box.
She pulled it out and saw the words "emergency contraceptive" printed clearly on it. However, there was no way she could give it to Lorraine now.
With a sigh, Sheila tossed the medicine packaging box into a nearby trash can, flagged down a taxi, and headed home.
This time, Lorraine was smarter at Silverlake Villa. She carried her own luggage upstairs, picked the smallest guest room on the second floor, wiped the dirt off her face, and only then came back down.
In the dining room, under the sparkling crystal chandelier, Eugene sat alone at one end of the table.
He was dressed in a black shirt with two buttons undone, his collarbone catching the light. His strikingly handsome face looked even more captivating under the soft glow.
On the table sat a perfectly cooked steak and a decanted bottle of Lafite. Their aromas filled the air.
Eugene didn't seem to notice her at all. He elegantly sliced off a piece of steak and brought it to his lips, completely focused on his meal.
Right then, Lorraine swallowed hard, her hunger unbearable.
The whole scene was a feast for her eyes, and the way Eugene ate made the food look even more tempting.
She hadn't eaten all day. She was starving. But there was only one serving on the table, and it was his.
Lorraine thought the chef was probably still preparing her food. With so many servants and chefs here, she figured she could wait.
She sat quietly across from him, pressing a hand to her rumbling stomach, waiting patiently until he finished the last bite and picked up his napkin to wipe his mouth.
She watched as he drained the last drop of wine. His Adam's apple moved in a way that was oddly mesmerizing. The clock ticked on, but there was still no sign of anyone bringing her food.
Lorraine swallowed again, her tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips.
Finally, Eugene set down his napkin and glanced up at her.
"Are you done?" Lorraine asked, trying to sound casual. She glanced at the empty plate in front of him and swallowed hard again.
'It smells amazing. That steak must be top-notch. And the wine. Bet it tastes incredible,' she thought.
Eugene smirked, stood up, and poured himself half a glass of red wine gracefully. Then, holding the glass, he slowly walked over to her.
He leaned against the table right in front of her, looking completely at ease. "Hungry?" he asked, taking a sip of wine.
"Yes," she replied. Her eyes were glued to his wine glass as she swallowed again.
"Want something to eat?" Eugene asked with a smile.
"The chef's probably still cooking, right?" Lorraine licked her lips, trying her best to look patient and obedient. "It's fine. I can wait. They've been at it for so long. I wonder what delicious food they're making." She was honestly super excited.
"There's nothing in the kitchen," Eugene said lightly, but then his tone turned sharp. "Maybe you'll find some if you wander off somewhere into the world"
Lorraine was completely lost. "Wh-what?"
Eugene looked like he was in a great mood. He even reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
He said, "Didn't you get it? Since you're so eager to go wandering, how could I not help you out? You can start living like a vagrant right here."
'What is he even talking about?' Lorraine thought.
She felt a chill from his gaze and quickly tried to defend herself. "But I didn't... Um... I..."
'Busted? Oh, my God. Am I done for?' She wondered.
"Be good, and I'll grant your wish." Eugene withdrew his hand, straightened up, and spoke in a voice that was way too gentle. "Vagrants go hungry and have nothing to wear. So from now on, no food and no clothes for you."
Lorraine felt like she was about to fall apart. 'No food? I'd rather die. No clothes? Is he expecting me to run around naked?' she wondered.
Eugene finished his wine in one gulp and then deliberately set the empty glass down in front of her. "Alright, it's getting late. Goodnight." With that, he turned and went upstairs.
Lorraine sat there, utterly stunned. 'No food. No clothes. What does he want from me? No way. Even stray dogs get food. Is he trying to starve me or something?' she thought.
She jumped up and dashed into the kitchen. Then she yanked open the fridge, but there wasn't even a single drink inside, not even a bottle of water. She felt like crying.
She reached into the cupboard where the spaghetti used to be, but there was none. After searching, she found there wasn't even any bread left in the whole villa. Even the last traces of food aroma in the dining room were fading fast.
Lorraine's grief seemed to be beyond tears. She took a few extra deep breaths, trying to soak up the last bit of that delicious smell and hoping it would satisfy her sense of smell. But her stomach just rumbled even louder.
She stood there in a daze for a moment and then trudged weakly back upstairs to the guest room and flopped face down onto her pillow.
The moon outside was so round, so bright, and so beautiful, yet all she could think was that it looked like a pancake. The night sky was like an upside-down plate, with stars scattered across it like bread crumbs. She was absolutely starving.
'What kind of deal is this? I can't even get a decent meal here, and I'm supposed to team up with him? No way. I'm not working with him,' she thought.
Lorraine slept fitfully, clutching her stomach, but hunger woke her up in the middle of the night. She was so hungry that her eyes almost burned, like a wolf starving for food.
She actually felt like robbing a bakery. She couldn't stay here any longer. If it meant getting something to eat, she'd even climb over the wall to get out.
Right away, she opened her suitcase, only to be completely dumbfounded. There were barely any clothes.
She never expected Eugene to be such a petty and stubborn guy who actually stuck to his word. There wasn't a single jacket left in her suitcase. She wondered who took them. If she left the villa, she'd freeze for sure.
'Go outside and freeze. Stay inside and starve. Can things get any worse? Sheila said Eugene was handsome, but what's the point? This guy's nothing but a headache. Best to keep my distance,' she thought.
After agonizing in her room for ages, Lorraine finally gathered her courage, wrapped herself in a blanket, and went outside.
The villa's courtyard was eerily quiet, and the walls were ridiculously high. Unless she suddenly grew wings, there was no way out.
Lorraine paced the garden a few times, but there was no escape. Exhausted, she sank down onto the grass, too tired to even roll her eyes.
Her fingers brushed against some cold dewdrops. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. There might not be food, but there were plenty of plants here, and they all looked fancy.
Luckily, as a med student, she knew which ones were safe to eat.
She tossed the blanket aside and darted around Eugene's garden. There were citrus, pomegranates, and all kinds of other plants. She felt like hitting a jackpot.
She carefully picked a few, so she wouldn't get caught. Then she hid in a corner to eat them. The first bite was so sour that it nearly made her cry. Her whole face puckered up, but it was better than starving.
When she was almost full, she patted her stomach and prepared to sneak back inside.
She had barely a few steps when a weird sensation hit her. One moment she felt hot, and the next cold. The back-and-forth made her legs wobbly and her steps unsteady.
She accidentally kicked an empty bottle tucked away in the corner of the courtyard. It looked like it had "weed killer" written on it. She glanced at it and then kept heading back to the villa, still feeling both hot and cold.
On the top floor, in a fancy bedroom, Eugene was half-asleep when he suddenly realized someone had slipped into his arms.
Lorraine, dressed in barely anything, snuggled into his embrace, curling up against him like a cat.
In the dark, her sweet scent teased his senses, and her soft, smooth skin pressed against him, overwhelming him.
Eugene figured she must've been starving. At least this time, she seemed docile. He smirked, but his voice remained icy. "Don't think just because you're throwing yourself at me, I'm letting you off the hook."
Lorraine ignored him, snuggling closer and letting her hands roam over his body.
'It's so cold. I didn't mean to come in here. I was supposed to confront him. But how did I end up in his bed?' she wondered. Her hand brushed against something warm, and she instinctively grabbed it.
Eugene let out a low grunt. "Trying to seduce me, Lorraine? Is that all you ever think about?" he said, his tone not as harsh as before.
Lorraine could barely make out what he was saying. Her ears were ringing like she was underwater. She was so thirsty, and she just wanted a glass of water.
Drawn to the sound of his voice, she suddenly lunged at him. Before he could react, her lips pressed against his, and her tongue eagerly searched for his.
Eugene was aback by how forward she was. Usually, he hated being disturbed while sleeping, but this "interruption" didn't feel so bad. 'Has she really learned her lesson this time?' he thought.
He swiftly grabbed her soft hips, pulling her tightly against him as his hand slid up to her neck. "With moves like this? I'm the only one who'd play along."
The pressure on her hips stung, and Lorraine instinctively gasped, biting down hard on his lip.
Her sharp teeth broke his skin, making Eugene wince. He frowned, reached over, and flicked on the bedside lamp to get a better look at her. The moment he glanced at her, it was like a splash of cold water, instantly killing any sexual desire.
He shoved her away, tossing her off the bed. "Lorraine. If you're gonna try to seduce someone, at least take off that face mask first."
Seeing her face all green, he really had no interest in playing any games with someone who looked like the Hulk or Shrek.
Furious, he thought, 'This woman doesn't even put any effort into trying to seduce someone.'
'A face mask? As if I could afford something like that,' Lorraine thought, shaken back to reality by the fall. She quickly glanced at Eugene and then at the full-length mirror in the room.
When it dawned on her, she screamed so loud that it could've woken the dead, and every sensor light in the villa flickered on all at once.
Eugene turned away, clearly not wanting to look at her for even a second longer.
"I-I'm poisoned, Eugene! Help me!" Lorraine gasped, clutching her green face in panic as she stumbled to her feet and rushed toward him.