Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Lorraine felt awkward, her heart thumping in her chest. But she had no choice but to bite the bullet and step into the kitchen. "You sure about this?"
"I'm sure. The groceries will be here soon." Eugene handed her a scrubber. "Let's get this place cleaned up first."
Lorraine was a pro at this. Maybe the Shaw family knew they'd done too many awful things and were scared she'd snap one day and poison them, so they never let her cook.
But they had no problem living in a house she cleaned, so all the cleaning chores had always landed on her.
Her hands were still wrapped in bandages, so she moved a bit slower. But she didn't slack off. She wiped while he washed, and somehow, they managed to get the kitchen spotless in just half an hour.
Soon, the groceries arrived. When the security guard brought them in and saw Eugene cleaning the kitchen, he was so shocked he nearly tripped.
Eugene calmly took the grocery bags from him. "You can go now," he said.
The guard couldn't help but sneak another curious glance at the kitchen before shuffling away.
Daryl had arranged for the groceries to be delivered—there were all kinds of veggies and fruit, but the only meat was a single fish.
Washing the veggies was easy, but the fish was a different story. With Lorraine's bandaged hands, she could only hold the knife while Eugene pinned down the fish.
The fish was huge and still alive. It was gulping for air, its eyes shining with a pleading light. Lorraine just couldn't bring herself to do it—the knife hovered in midair, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
Eugene was starting to get impatient. "Do you handle a scalpel like this at school too?"
"I-I study internal medicine. I don't even use a scalpel," Lorraine stammered.
Eugene paused for a moment. "Then hurry up."
"O-okay." Lorraine inched closer, her eyes locked on the fish as she broke into a nervous sweat. "Don't be scared, okay? It'll be over in a second, I promise."
"What the hell are you doing, trying to distract the fish?" Eugene was about to lose it.
Lorraine was still super nervous. "I really can't do this. Maybe, um..."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe I just won't do it," she said, putting the knife back on the counter. "You can just strangle it."
Eugene took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then opened them again. "Right now, I just want to finish you off."
"I really don't know how to kill a fish."
"Just get out."
"Okay." Lorraine hurried out of the kitchen, settling quietly in the dining room. She sat still, terrified that any noise might summon her back to fish-gutting duty.
After some rustling noises from the kitchen, Eugene called out, "Lorraine."
"I'm here," she answered quickly, pushing the door open. "What is it?"
"The fish is done. Can you tell me if this is salt or sugar?"
Lorraine fell silent.
After nearly five hours of kitchen mayhem, they somehow managed to create three dishes and a soup. As for what exactly they'd made, it was hard to tell anymore—but at least the fish still looked like a fish.
They sat across from each other. Eugene looked over the food, then, as if it were completely normal, served Lorraine a piece of fish.
Lorraine was momentarily stunned. It was the fish cheek—the best part of the whole fish.
When she was little, Mary, her grandma, would always save that piece for her. Whenever she missed her mom, that single bite could comfort her.
But ever since Raquel moved in and Mary passed away, Lorraine had never got that special piece again. All that was left for her had been leftovers.
Lorraine's eyes stung a little. She lowered her head, trying to steady the sudden wave of emotion. She never expected Eugene to give her that piece—he hadn't even hesitated, just handed it over to her like it was nothing.
"What's wrong? Hurry up and eat," Eugene urged. "Don't like it?"
"No." Lorraine shook her head. As she put the piece in her mouth, her fork paused. She blinked, then kept chewing.
"If you like it, have some more," Eugene smiled softly and served her another piece.
Lorraine pressed her lips together, staring at the tender white fish. Suddenly, she reached out and pulled the whole plate of fish over to herself. "I like it. This fish is all mine—you can have the rest," she declared.
Eugene stared at her in disbelief. 'I just started being a little nicer, and she is already taking advantage? Women really can't be coddled. How dare she eat the whole thing by herself?'
He slammed his fork down and reached for the plate. "Why do you get to eat it all? I want some too."
"No way! Lady first—ever heard of it?" Lorraine shot back, sounding totally justified as she grabbed the plate of fish and dashed toward the living room.
Eugene jumped up to chase her, quickly snatching the plate back and blocking her from grabbing it again. He picked up a piece of fish and popped it into his mouth.
The moment he tasted it, his face shifted. The flavor was so bizarre, and his taste buds felt like they were under attack. "What did I even put in this?" he asked.
"I have no idea. I told you not to eat it, but you just had to fight me for it," Lorraine replied innocently. 'Maybe he mixed up sugar and salt, or used vinaigrette instead of soy sauce.'
Eugene's handsome face twisted. He set the plate back on the table, struggling to keep cool.
Honestly, he looked kind of ridiculous. Lorraine couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
Eugene shot her a glare.
Lorraine quickly covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. It's just—" But she lost it again, this time laughing even harder.
Eugene's face instantly darkened, and he reached out to grab her.
"Help!" Lorraine shrieked, bolting into the living room.
Eugene chased after her in long strides. "Lorraine, get over here!"
She ducked behind the sofa. "No way. I'd rather die than go over there."
Eugene lunged, stretched out his arm, and pulled her over, pinning her down on the couch. "Still laughing, huh?"
"I'm not. I swear I'm not laughing," Lorraine said, lips pressed tight. She turned her face away. But her whole body was shaking—she was struggling so hard not to laugh.
"I told you, no laughing." Eugene pinned her wrists above her head, careful to avoid her injury, and leaned over her. "Are you done?"
He looked so fierce. But the angrier he got, the more Lorraine wanted to laugh. At first, she tried to hold it in, but then she just burst out laughing, completely unable to stop.
Annoyed and embarrassed, Eugene lowered his head and bit her on the lips, hard. "Still think it's funny?"
Lorraine froze, only now realizing they were both sprawled on the couch, with him still on top of her—it was awkward.
Her heart suddenly sped up. She bit her lip, her tongue lightly tracing the spot where he'd bitten her. She lowered her head and fell silent.
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted from noisy and lively to an odd, heavy silence.
His chest pressed against hers, their breaths mingling—like molten lava bubbling through her chest, leaving a trail of heat wherever it passed.
"Lorraine," Eugene called, his voice a little rough.
"Mm." Lorraine looked up, her eyes accidentally meeting his deep gaze, so calm and still, like an autumn lake that could pull her under with just one glance.
Eugene freed one hand and gently cupped her chin, asking with absolute seriousness, "This time, you came back on your own, didn't you?"
Lorraine's heart was a complete mess, beating out of control. She could barely breathe, and when she heard his question, she could only give a dazed "mm."
Eugene curled his lips into a meaningful smile. He lowered his head, inching closer to find her lips. "From now on, only I get to decide when this ends."
Lorraine heard him loud and clear. Something inside her seemed to collapse—and at the same time, something new was built by him in that instant. Uncertain, she reached out and nervously hooked her pinky around his.
Eugene took it as a silent agreement. He lowered his head, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss.
His hands roamed over her, lighting little fires everywhere he touched. Lorraine, shy as she was, couldn't help but respond with a heat that came straight from instinct.
They were both still tangled in their shirts, not even fully undressed. He pressed deep inside her and stilled, his eyes locked on hers, unwavering.
A whimper slipped from Lorraine's lips. She felt overwhelmed, wanting to tell him to stop. But her body betrayed her—she didn't really want him to leave at all.
"Did you hear what I just said?" Eugene whispered, his voice hoarse.
"Y-yeah," Lorraine replied. Her voice sounded strange, breathy and trembling, nothing like her usual self—so embarrassing she could barely stand it.
"Does it count?" Eugene pressed.
Lorraine pushed helplessly at his shoulders, but he didn't move an inch. Her mind was a mess, too hazy to think, let alone ask what they were now. All she could do was nod frantically.
"Nodding doesn't count. Say it," Eugene teased, pulling back a bit.
Lorraine instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, refusing to let him go. Her lips trembled so much she couldn't get a word out. But he was maddeningly patient, teasing her gently—giving just enough to drive her wild, but never quite enough to satisfy.
Lorraine felt like stars were flickering before her eyes, thunder rumbling in her ears. She was completely at his mercy, almost brought to tears by the intensity.
Eugene leaned in again, his breath scorching against her ear. "Say it counts."
Lorraine was nearly at her breaking point from his relentless teasing. Her small hands pressed against his chest, her lips parted and flushed as she gasped for air, a trace of his passion still glistening at the corner of her mouth.
Her heart itched with overwhelming desire, desperate for more. All she could do was echo his words. Her lips trembled, and finally, she gave him the answer he wanted. "It counts."
Only then did Eugene curve his lips in satisfaction, pressing back down on her, thrusting deeply.
Lorraine's body was already so sensitive that his every move sent shivers through her. With this hit, her whole body tensed up, and she was on the verge of passing out.
Eugene let out a low, husky groan, biting down on her neck. His voice was dark and seductive as he smiled, "You're going to be the death of me."