Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Lorraine instantly panicked and chased after Eugene. "You can't kick me out. It's dangerous out there."
"What's so dangerous?" Eugene turned around, looking down at her. "Is a comet about to hit the earth, mummies coming back to life, or a nuclear bomb going off?"
Lorraine lowered her head. "It's even scarier than those."
"Nothing's more dangerous than you," Eugene snapped before heading straight into the villa and up the stairs.
Lorraine stood there, not sure what he meant. But afraid he'd really throw her out, she hurried after him upstairs.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar. Without thinking, she pushed it open—and was instantly greeted by the sight of Eugene's body, so sudden she didn't even have time to scream.
His skin was still damp, muscles tight and defined, every line smooth and sexy. His chest, abs, and those V-lines made her blood race. She just stood there, her eyes wide open.
"Breathe, dummy," Eugene said coolly, dropping the shorts he'd just off.
As his hand moved away, Lorraine's eyes couldn't help but drift down. 'How can it be that big? No wonder it hurt so much when he was inside me.'
She instinctively took a step back, gulping hard out of pure shock.
Eugene caught her reaction and raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. He strode over, that thing swaying with every step, making her heart pound like crazy.
Lorraine squeezed her eyes shut and spun around. "I didn't mean to. I swear it was an accident."
"Even if it wasn't, I wouldn't mind," Eugene said, grabbing her shoulders and turning her to face him. He pressed one hand against the door, trapping her there, their breaths mingling. "You want to stay here, don't you?"
"Y-yeah," Lorraine stammered, not daring to open her eyes.
"Look at me," he demanded, his grip tightening as his warm breath tickled her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
Lorraine fell silent. She couldn't even meet his eyes when he was fully dressed, let alone now when he was naked. No matter what, she wouldn't dare open her eyes right now.
Eugene smirked and pulled her straight into his arms, pressing his body against hers.
Lorraine's mind went blank. Still, she kept her eyes squeezed shut, not daring to open them. That hard, burning heat pressed against her, pinning her in place.
He wrapped one arm around her slim waist, while his other hand guided her small hand down to touch his lower part.
The sudden, scorching heat made Lorraine's eyes snap open. "W-what is it?"
"What do you think?" Eugene whispered in her ear.
Lorraine swallowed nervously and tried to pull her hand back. But Eugene wouldn't let her—his grip even tightened.
"I'm going to ask this one last time. Why didn't you get on the plane?" His voice was ice-cold and commanding, leaving her no room to escape.
Lorraine's mind raced. 'Lesvinton... Oh, right! The new president there is such a chauvinist. As an independent woman, I just can't deal with him. So, I have no choice but to bail on studying there.'
Thinking it was a perfect excuse, she almost wanted to give herself a high five. She repeated it a few times in her head, took a deep breath, and started, "The new—"
Before she could even finish, Eugene's cold voice sliced through the air. "If you dare use the new president as your shield, I'll use this thing to shut you up."
His grip tightened even more, and she could feel him getting even harder in her hand—she almost couldn't hold on. She bit her lip, silencing even her talk about "gender equality."
Eugene still had her pinned against the door, staring at her for a long moment, his gaze growing colder and colder.
Lorraine pressed her back against the door, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.
His face was completely calm, showing no emotion at all. She couldn't guess what he was going to do next. All she could do was wait nervously, her mind racing with all sorts of possible outcomes and escape routes.
After a long, tense silence, Eugene suddenly let go of her waist and flung her hand aside.
He turned away coldly, grabbed her small backpack from the sofa, and threw it at her. "When I come back, I don't want you here," he said, his voice icy.
With that, he walked straight toward the bathroom, not sparing her a single glance.
Lorraine froze, her eyes suddenly turning red. His attitude was so firm—was he really going to throw her out to die?
Clutching her backpack, she trailed after him, her voice pitiful. "Eugene, I can do chores. Please don't kick me out, okay?"
Eugene's hand tensed on the doorknob, but he didn't look back. His tone stayed cold. "If you want my protection, you have to tell me what happened. If you can't be honest, how are we supposed to work together?"
That hit Lorraine hard. She didn't even have the strength to argue. She could only watch as he disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of running water echoed, sinking her heart even deeper.
She hugged her backpack and trudged downstairs. She then sat under the porch, zoning out, her eyes growing redder and redder.
Eugene came out of the shower, only to find the bedroom was empty. 'Well, she's always so quick to come and go—no patience, no resolve.'
He let out a soft scoff, got dressed, and picked up his phone. There was an unread message from Isaac.
Eugene tapped it open. As he read, his eyes darkened. He clicked the link below—the same photo was splashed across today's entertainment and finance news.
The photo captured Stephen pleading with Lorraine outside the airport's VIP lounge. The headline blared: [Moore Group Heir's Emotional Apology—Troubled Couple Reconciles].
'So she ran into Stephen at the airport yesterday?' Eugene's brow furrowed as he dialed Isaac. "What happened?"
"I've asked Ms. Stuard. She said Stephen took Ms. Shaw from the airport yesterday, and then he..." Isaac blurted it all out in one breath.
Eugene hung up, standing there, his face unreadable. He lowered his gaze, hiding the storm in his eyes. After a long pause, he finally turned and headed downstairs.
At first, he walked slowly, but his steps grew faster and faster, until he was almost running.
He wasn't even sure if Lorraine was still there. When he caught sight of her sitting under the porch, a weight he hadn't realized he'd been carrying suddenly lifted.
Eugene walked over and stopped at the bottom of the steps. Lorraine was sitting at the top, so their eyes met on the same level.
When she saw him come out, she bit her lip, clutching the strap of her bag tightly. After a moment's hesitation, she finally decided to come clean. "Eugene, about yesterday—"
"You don't have to say anything," he cut her off. "If you want to stay, just stay."
His voice was so soft that Lorraine wondered if she'd misheard. She blinked back her tears and hiccupped. "Really? But you said you'd only let me stay if I told you what happened yesterday."
"I've changed my mind. I don't want to know anymore." Eugene reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Your face is a mess. Go wash up, okay?"
"But you..." Lorraine's cheeks suddenly burned, her heart fluttering wildly. She instinctively shrank back from his touch, looking up at him in confusion.
"No more questions. Go inside," Eugene said, shoving his hands into his pockets, looking quite cool.
Now that Lorraine could stay, excitement bubbled up inside her, leaving her tongue-tied. "I-I don't get it, Eugene. Why..."
Eugene grinned. "If you don't go in now, I'll kiss you right here."
Lorraine was completely stunned, just sitting there in a daze, her eyes drawn uncontrollably to his thin, firm lips. 'He said he wanted to kiss me,' she thought.
Just then, Eugene's large hand reached over and pointed at her hair. "Your hair's filthy. Are you going to wash it or not? I already said I don't want to know, so you don't need to explain. I'm not interested in your business."
His words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly dousing that strange flutter in Lorraine's chest. She stood up. "Oh, I'll go wash up now."
She turned and bolted upstairs. She found the little guest room she'd stayed in before, rushed into the bathroom, and slapped her cheeks hard. "Get it together, Lorraine. You have to stay clear-headed."
All the previous servants had been reassigned to work for other members of the Moore family, and there was no one available to fill in. So for the whole day, only Eugene and Lorraine were in the villa, each keeping to their own rooms.
When dinnertime rolled around, Eugene came to knock on Lorraine's door. "Want to go out to eat?"
"Go out?" Lorraine instinctively glanced outside the villa. Then she lowered her head, her lips trembling. Her long lashes hid her thoughts, but she nodded. "Alright."
The fear from yesterday lingered, and the idea of going out made her a little nervous. Still, she obediently turned to grab her coat and bag, afraid that if she didn't listen, she'd be kicked out.
But when she turned back, Eugene was nowhere to be seen. She hurried downstairs to look for him, and unexpectedly found him in the kitchen.
Dressed in a black suit, he looked a bit out of place in the kitchen. But he looked calm as he took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt.
He said, "I can't stand takeout. Let's clean up a bit, then I'll have someone send over groceries. We'll cook together."
When he looked at her like that, it was almost impossible to say no. But Lorraine felt totally out of her depth. "I don't know how to cook," she said softly, already stressing about screwing it up and making a disaster of the meal.
Eugene shot her a look, completely unbothered. "Then learn."