Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Early in the morning, Lorraine woke up feeling unusually well-rested. She stretched out lazily in bed, rolling around with a satisfied sigh.
The pillow was soft and cozy, with a faint, clean scent, just like Eugene's.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. She remembered she had slept in his bed last night and that she was pregnant. For a moment, her mind went blank. Then, the sound of the door opening pulled her back to reality.
Startled, Lorraine quickly ducked under the covers and squeezed her eyes shut. After last night, she had no idea how to face him, so she just hid, hoping he wouldn't notice her.
Eugene walked in and saw her curled up on the bed like a little shrimp, with a tiny wet spot on the pillow.
He'd spent the night working in the study, but it seemed she'd drooled in her sleep.
Without thinking, he reached out and gently wiped the corner of her mouth. Her lips were soft and pink, like tender blossoms.
He felt her shiver under the covers, but her eyes stayed shut, long lashes casting a soft shadow on her cheeks.
Eugene smiled quietly to himself as he sat down beside her, his hand slowly drifting down.
Lorraine nearly yelped, clutching the sheets in a panic as her body tensed. His big hand kept moving slowly, like he was caressing the softest silk, inching lower and lower.
"Don't!" she finally blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer.
"You're awake," he said with his hand still in place, raising an eyebrow in feigned surprise. "Your blanket wasn't covering you. I was just fixing it." His voice was soft and coaxing, like he was talking to a child.
Lorraine felt like she was about to lose her mind, especially with the way his hand was pressing down. 'Is this really just fixing the blanket? He's totally groping me!' she thought.
She froze, her eyes wide. "Take your hand off," she said.
"I just don't want you to catch a chill," Eugene said, not budging an inch.
"Last night you said I'd get a rash if I covered up too much," Lorraine retorted.
'So when he tucks me in, it's to keep me warm, but if I do it, I'll get rash? How is that fair?' she wondered.
"Oh, so you remember what happened last night," Eugene drawled, his voice full of meaning.
Lorraine was about to snap. "Nope. I don't remember a thing. Complete memory loss."
"Want me to help you remember?" he teased, pretending to lift the blanket.
She immediately wrapped herself up like a burrito and rolled to the far corner of the bed, putting as much space between them as possible. "Actually, I think I'll sleep a bit longer. You can go now."
"It's breakfast time. No more lounging around," he said, reaching for her blanket.
"No, no, don't pull!" She wasn't wearing anything underneath. If he pulled, she'd be completely exposed.
Lorraine clung to the blanket for dear life, ready to fight anyone who tried to take it from her. She huddled in the corner like a stubborn little bread roll.
"I've already seen your whole body. What's there to be shy about?" Eugene said casually, standing up and moving closer to her.
His tall figure loomed over her, and Lorraine buried her face, refusing to say a word.
"Are you getting up or not?" Eugene asked.
"Over my dead body," she muttered. There was no way she was getting up.
He bent down, suddenly leaning in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Lorraine, are you just asking for it, lying there and refusing to get up?"
He said something so shameless in such a soft, gentle voice that Lorraine's face turned bright red. "You're such a jerk."
"You've got five minutes," he said, glancing at his watch. "Or I'll make sure you can't get out of bed at all today."
"You!" Lorraine said.
"4 minutes and 59 seconds," Eugene reminded.
'Seriously? He's actually counting down!' Lorraine thought. She felt so helpless, wrapping herself up like a mummy and shuffling stiffly toward the bathroom.
Eugene stood behind her, his expression calm, but the laughter in his eyes was growing brighter. 'This woman is just so much fun,' he thought.
The breakfast table was absolutely packed with food.
Lorraine was a little shocked, thinking, 'This spread is over the top. It's like something you'd see at a royal banquet. Is this really necessary?'
"I read online that pregnant women get all sorts of cravings. I had no idea what you'd want, so I told the chef to make a little bit of everything," Eugene said, grabbing a fork from the sterilizer and placing it in front of her.
Lorraine grabbed the nearest cinnamon bun and took a bite. It was so good that she grabbed another and then tried a few other dishes. Everything tasted amazing.
Eugene just sat beside her, quietly watching her eat. Meanwhile, his phone kept lighting up with WhatsApp messages from Lorenzo.
Lorenzo: [So? Is Lorraine craving sour or spicy? What's she eating? Come on, Eugene. Spill!]
Eugene unlocked his phone with a swipe of his long fingers and typed back. [Mind your own business.]
Lorenzo messaged back almost immediately. [How is this not my business? She's pregnant! I need to get a gift for the baby, so I've gotta plan ahead. Don't forget. Sour means a boy, and spicy means a girl. Keep track of what she's eating!]
Eugene slipped his phone back into his coat pocket and glanced over at Lorraine. She was eating toasted bread, dipping it in vinaigrette.
'Could it be a boy?' he thought. He couldn't help but sneak a look at her belly, a wave of anticipation rising in his chest.
Then Lorraine picked up a piece of spicy pickle. 'Or maybe it's a girl?' he wondered. That thought made him even more curious.
Eugene rubbed his chin, watching as she put the pickle on top of the bread with vinaigrette and ate them together.
"Can't you eat them separately?" he blurted out, frowning.
Startled, Lorraine nearly dropped her fork. She turned to him, confused. "Why would I eat them separately? I like them together."
Realizing his tone had been a bit harsh, Eugene cleared his throat and handed her a new fork. "Never mind. Just eat."
Lorraine nodded, took the fork, and started eating again. There was still a plate of lemon butter fish and spicy beef in front of her. Both looked delicious and tempting.
Lorraine raised her fork, and Eugene unconsciously straightened up, his eyes glued to the tip of her fork. Lorraine looked at the fish and then at the beef, clearly unsure.
His gaze followed her every move, back and forth, until finally, she just put the fork in her mouth without choosing either.
Eugene finally couldn't hold back. "So what do you actually want to eat?" he asked, a little exasperated.
Lorraine jolted and absentmindedly speared a piece of spicy beef with her fork.
'Looks like it's a girl,' Eugene thought. His lips curled up, his eyes soft with endless tenderness.
'If it's a girl, I'll build her a princess castle and spoil her rotten. And if any guy dares to come after her when she's older, I'll break his legs,' he thought to himself, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.
Suddenly, Lorraine doubled over and started gagging. Before Eugene could react, she was already throwing up everything she'd just eaten.
Seeing that, Eugene froze.
Lorraine looked drained. Tears welled up in her eyes as she slumped against the chair. "No, I can't eat meat. Just the smell makes me want to throw up. What am I supposed to do?" she said weakly.
Eugene took a deep breath, forced a smile, and gently stroked her hand. "If you don't want meat, do you want to try some fish instead?"
"Fish is even worse. I really can't eat it." Lorraine sighed, staring hopelessly at the spread in front of her. It was torturous for her, seeing all the food and not being able to eat any of it.
The moment she finished speaking, Eugene's face turned dark. He pulled his hand back and went silent.
Lorraine was baffled, wondering, 'Did I do something wrong?'
"Why are you upset?" she asked.
"No," Eugene replied, his handsome face still tense.
The atmosphere grew awkward. Daryl quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Mr. Moore isn't upset, Ms. Shaw. He's just curious if you're having a boy or a girl based on what you're eating."
'Is that so?' Lorraine thought, glancing at Eugene, but he still didn't show any emotion.
She put down her fork. "So you made all this just to use me as a guinea pig? But I really can't eat anything right now. What am I supposed to do?"
Honestly, she was curious about whether it was a boy or a girl too, but right now, she just had no appetite.
Eugene shot her a sideways look. "Just eat whatever you like. But skipping meals isn't an option."
'What am I thinking? Lorenzo had just said that on a whim, and I actually went along with it,' he thought.
"Okay." Lorraine couldn't win against him, so she gave in. She picked a few plain vegetables and didn't want anything else.
Eugene told the staff to clear away all the other dishes.
"What about you?" Lorraine asked in surprise. "These are so bland. There's barely any flavor."
"From now on, I'll eat whatever you eat until the baby is born," he said calmly.
It wasn't exactly a promise, and it was definitely not sharing hardship, but it still made her heart feel unexpectedly warm.
Lorraine stared at him, momentarily forgetting what she was supposed to do next.
Eugene put some greens on her plate. "What are you spacing out for? Eat."
Lorraine picked up her bowl of oatmeal and took a few quiet sips, stealing glances at his ridiculously handsome profile. 'He must really, really care about this baby,' she thought.
After breakfast, Eugene insisted that Lorraine take the day off from school and stay home. When she tried to argue, he stood his ground, leaving her no choice but to give in. Then he headed off to work.
The chaos at the Moore residence the night before definitely needed his attention, especially with every newspaper in the city running front-page stories about Stephen being gay, and it wouldn't be surprising if Eugene had a hand in making that happen.
Sure enough, when he arrived at Moore Group, even Gordie was there, and they called an emergency shareholders' meeting.
The rival faction was completely freaking out, but Eugene stayed calm in his seat, checking his phone messages like nothing could shake him. He quickly updated Lorenzo about Lorraine's breakfast cravings.
Lorenzo replied to him almost instantly. [Sour and spicy together? That means twins, a boy and a girl! Congrats, man!]
'Twins? A boy and a girl? Is that even possible?' Eugene thought. He kept his usual serious and composed expression, but inside, his excitement was growing and spiraling out of control.