Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

Last time, Lorraine woke up shivering from the cold, but this time, to her surprise, it was the heat that dragged her back to consciousness. She thought she'd already ended up in that legendary hell, roasting over flames.
Her thoughts drifted away. She thought she heard footsteps nearby and forced her eyes open, trying to see who it was. Before she could make anything out, a man's lips pressed down on hers.
The next second, a deep, desperate kiss crashed down on her. It was so intense that it felt like the man was about to suck the very breath out of her.
Lorraine was stunned. When he finally let her go, she could see clearly it was Eugene. She just stared, blinking in disbelief, unable to process it.
'Hasn't he already left? Or am I already dead?' she wondered.
"It's good you're awake," Eugene said.
He thought, 'Thankfully, it's just a bit of a fever. Her forehead is warm, but nothing else seems wrong. Once the fever passes, she'll be fine.'
His voice remained as deep and smooth as ever, like a soft wave gently flowing past her ears. Lorraine was completely entranced, thinking, 'Is this heaven or hell? How could I see him again?'
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to chase away these "hallucinations."
Her head still throbbed. Instinctively, she raised her uninjured left hand to rub her temple, muttering under her breath, "Please just don't show up in front of me."
'At a time like this, why am I still seeing him? Am I already dead? Couldn't I at least have some peace?' she thought.
Eugene's handsome face instantly darkened. He'd gone through so much just to find her on that remote beach.
Now, the two of them were hiding out together in a tiny inn. The first thing she said after waking up was that she didn't want to see him. He thought she was ungrateful.
He couldn't help but feel a little stifled. Leaning down, he bit her lip hard, almost as if to vent his frustration.
Lorraine was completely thrown off. She opened her eyes wide. "Why does this hallucination feel so real?" she mumbled, reaching out to touch his face.
With nothing left to lose, she just let her hands wander, totally unrestrained. Her fingertips traced along his jaw, over his lips, the bridge of his nose, those deep, mesmerizing eyes, and the sharp arch of his brows.
She took her time exploring his features, but Eugene was starting to lose patience. Her cool fingers and drifting words were driving him a little crazy. He reached out, wanting to grab her hand, to see if she was really awake.
"You really are good-looking," Lorraine suddenly blurted out, her tone dead serious. Then she let out a satisfied sigh.
Eugene froze. Their noses were almost touching, breaths mingling in the small space between them. He heard every word she said clearly.
Whatever irritation he'd felt just melted away. He'd meant to push her hand aside, but instead, he turned his palm, pressing her hand even closer to his face. "You really think so?"
"Yeah," Lorraine said with a nod honestly. "At first, I just thought you were really good-looking. But as time went on—"
"And then?" Eugene pressed his lips together, actually looking a little nervous.
"You got even better looking!" Lorraine blinked, her cheeks turning rosy.
Eugene paused and then let out a soft, satisfied laugh, a hint of smugness in his smile. "Then keep looking at me a little longer, okay?"
His warm breath brushed against her palm like tiny arrows, making her instinctively curl her fingers. Her heart tightened along with them.
Lorraine looked a little disappointed. She sighed and shook her head. "You'll probably disappear soon, right?"
'Dreams like this are really rare,' she thought.
Eugene thought she was scared. He slowly sat down on the edge of her bed and reached out to gently touch her still-feverish forehead. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay right here with you."
For a split second, she looked surprised, but then she shook her head again. "Forget it. I'll probably forget everything soon, and then I won't remember you at all."
'Forget everything? What the heck?' Eugene thought, totally confused.
"Lorraine, are you feeling unwell anywhere else?" he asked.
He figured she'd been in the ocean too long and her mind was all messed up.
"No, I feel great," Lorraine said with a contented smile, pulling her hand back. "I'm just glad you're okay. That's all that matters."
Talking was exhausting. Her head spun even more, and she slowly closed her eyes.
She had no idea that her last words had touched something deep inside him, sparking a warmth that stayed with him for a long time.
Eugene watched as she closed her eyes. Her breathing grew soft and steady. She looked so satisfied, like she had no regrets left.
He couldn't even put his feelings into words. Almost without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her. Their lips pressed tightly together, and before she could resist, he'd already parted her lips, and his tongue slipped inside.
Lorraine was left breathless, instinctively parting her lips for air, but he seized the chance to kiss her even deeper.
The taste of tobacco and his raw masculinity was scorching, making her feel like she was about to catch fire. The heat slowly spread through her, setting every inch of her body ablaze, as if he might burn her to ashes.
It felt like little flames were dancing across her skin, all sparked by his big hands. The tingling, electric sensation made her feel even more like she was in a dream.
'Anyway, I'm already dead. What harm is there in letting myself go just this once?' she thought.
With that thought, she grew bolder. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her other hand threaded into his short, thick hair. Her soft, warm body slowly pressed up against his chest.
This was the first time she'd ever been so forward, and Eugene was a little caught off guard in a good way. He leaned down, pulling her tightly into his arms and holding her close. Their bodies pressed even tighter, tangled up.
Suddenly, Lorraine leaned in. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, her voice trembling with a hint of tears, "Eugene, I'm actually really scared."
Eugene was in the middle of unbuttoning her shirt. At her words, his hands stilled. "What are you scared of?"
"I'm scared you'll leave me. I-I'm scared I'll die," she stammered, finally voicing the deepest fear in her heart. "I'm really, really scared."
Eugene listened, and for a moment, he was speechless. Any words of comfort would feel hollow because he was the one who had caused these fears. But when she was awake, she never let any of it show.
He thought for a while, but he couldn't find the right word to describe her. She looked naïve, but she seemed to understand everything and just kept it to herself.
She was fearless, but she had her own fears. She was strong, but sometimes tears would spill from those clear eyes. She was timid, but she was also stubborn and persistent.
Every adjective seemed to fit her, but none could capture her completely. Lorraine was just herself, one of a kind.
"But it's okay if I die. If I'm dead, at least I get to see you one more time. That's not so bad," Lorraine said, not knowing how complicated his feelings were at that moment. She just smiled sweetly and innocently and hugged him tighter.
"Remember to take my ashes home. If you can't find them, just let me rest in the sea. But make sure to tell Sheila I went abroad to study, so she won't be sad," she added.
The more Eugene listened to her rambling on, the more the heat in his chest grew, burning out of control.
His emotions were right on the edge of breaking. In the end, he just tore off all her clothes and pressed her down beneath him.
Thinking she was already dead, Lorraine didn't shy away like before. Instead, she responded to him with surprising eagerness. Her hands unbuttoned his shirt, and her back arched to align with his movements.
Sweat started to bead on his skin, trickling down his toned muscles. Then it dripped onto her brow, her collarbone, and her soft, smooth skin.
The old single bed in the run-down inn creaked at first, and then the noise grew louder and louder until it sounded like the whole thing might collapse.
Lorraine felt like she was in a dream. It was as if she were soaking in a hot spring, with every pore in her body completely relaxed.
She also felt like she was on a roller coaster. Waves of pleasure hit her, lifting her one moment and dropping her the next, soaring to the clouds and then plunging into the depths.
At the peak, she couldn't help but scream, her voice long and drawn-out, filled with pure joy and satisfaction. Afterward, she drifted into a deep, blissful sleep, no longer plagued by any "hallucinations."
She slept for what felt like forever. When she finally woke up, it was already dark outside. She was alone in the room of the little inn, and her forehead wasn't burning anymore.
Lorraine sat up, hugging the blanket. She stared blankly out the window. The coconut trees swayed in the breeze, carrying the sweet scent of coconut into the room. She realized she was still on the island.
Her mouth was parched, and her whole body ached. She remembered swimming toward the shore with Lorenzo and then being left behind. She had no idea how she ended up here or what happened after.
Annoyed, she gave her head a little knock and tried to stand up, but her knees suddenly gave out. Her whole body felt so weak that it was like her bones were about to fall apart. She stumbled forward and crashed right into Eugene's chest.
Eugene reached out to check her forehead. "Your fever's gone. Come have some water."
Lorraine's eyes went wide. This time, she was finally sure the man in front of her wasn't just a figment of her imagination.
Everything that had happened earlier came flooding back, making her want to crawl into a hole and disappear. She was so mortified that she could die.
Before she could even answer him, she bolted back to the bed like an ostrich, burying her head under the pillow. "Um, I-I..."
'What should I do? This is so embarrassing,' she thought.