Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Eugene stood by the door, eyeing the little mound under the blanket. His gaze turned playful. "Should I just pretend I don't see you?"
Lorraine quietly poked her head out and crouched on the bed with the blanket draped over her. Only her big, round eyes peeked out, making her look like a roly-poly doll.
"What did I say before I fell asleep?" she asked nervously, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You said a lot," Eugene replied, his smile bright and teasing.
"Like what?" Lorraine pressed, looking even more flustered.
"For example, you gave me your bank card number and password. You told me to use it however I wanted," Eugene said.
Lorraine only had a few hundred bucks in her account. There was no way that he was telling the truth.
"You even said my thing was big and that I was great in bed," Eugene added, smirking.
Lorraine shot him a look of disbelief. "No way!"
"And you even started speaking a foreign language," Eugene continued.
"Seriously?" Lorraine looked at him, surprised.
"Yeah, you said something like, 'No! Harder!' in another language," Eugene teased.
Lorraine started coughing, her face turning as red as a strawberry. "No way. I only said I was scared!"
"So you remember everything. Then why ask me?" Eugene said, looking straight at her blushing face.
Feeling a little guilty, Lorraine pouted and lowered her head, falling silent.
Eugene slowly pulled the blanket off her, ruffling her messy hair. "After all that just now, did it help you forget a little? Or do you need a few more rounds?"
Lorraine already knew all about his stamina. Sometimes she felt like she'd died a few times. However, he was still full of energy, like he had some kind of cheat code, ready to go again at any moment and leave her completely wiped out.
"Can I take a shower? I feel all sticky and gross," she said.
She scratched her scalp. There was still seaweed tangled in her hair. "After I shower, can we go back?" she asked again.
Eugene chuckled. "Who said anything about going back? Once you're done, I'm taking you somewhere."
"Where are we going?" Lorraine asked.
"You'll find out when you're done. And remember to take off that chest wrap so you can breathe more easily. It really doesn't make much difference, honestly," Eugene said.
Lorraine was speechless. 'Seriously, does this guy have to be so snarky?' she thought.
She nearly went mad and corrected him, "How is it the same? I'm at least a B-cup, okay?"
"Not an A-cup?" Eugene raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical.
Lorraine felt like she was about to cough up blood. "I'm definitely a B-cup!"
"Come on. Everyone knows top students always get A-s in everything. No need to feel awkward. Go take your shower," Eugene said.
His comfort almost made her explode. Fuming, she stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Eugene stayed where he was, laughing out loud. Then he reached out and mimed squeezing something in the air. "A cup, huh? Still feels pretty good. A is fine by me."
Lorraine stepped out of the shower to find Eugene already dressed.
He wore a plain white cotton shirt and black pants. It was simple, but on him, it was enough to make anyone stop and stare.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"We're on vacation, aren't we? Of course, we're going shopping," Eugene said, grabbing her hand and leading her straight out of the little inn before she could even react.
The sun was blazing outside, and the streets were full of locals wearing flower garlands and green grass skirts, dancing to lively music.
Lorraine was a little dazed. She didn't remember seeing anything like this the other day.
"It's a festival today," Eugene said, somehow producing a grass skirt and slipping it over her shorts. Then he tugged her white shirt up a bit and tied it to her waist, showing off a sliver of her flawless skin.
"What kind of festival?" Lorraine asked.
"It's a festival for couples," Eugene replied, guiding her into the crowd and using his arm to keep people from bumping her injured arm.
The locals sang cheerful songs in a language that Lorraine couldn't understand, but the happiness was contagious. Her nerves slowly faded, though her small hand still clung tightly to the hem of Eugene's shirt.
Eugene glanced down and gave a faint, amused smile.
They made their way through the crowd, and after a while, a small bouquet of yellow and white plumeria suddenly appeared in front of Lorraine. They were fresh and beautiful.
She looked up to see a local guy beaming at her. His teeth were so white and perfect that he could be in a toothpaste commercial.
Lorraine froze for a second, realizing it must be a local custom. She reached out, took the flowers, and smiled back at him.
The guy cheered and ran back to his friends, looking proud, and his eyes still lingered on her.
Lorraine stopped and brought the flowers to her nose, breathing in their light, sweet scent.
Eugene noticed she'd stopped and looked down, a little surprised. He'd only glanced away for a second to check their surroundings. He didn't expect that she suddenly ended up with a bouquet.
Lorraine clutched the flowers, clearly delighted. "People here are so friendly. They even give flowers to tourists!"
"Give them back," Eugene said, his voice suddenly cold.
"Why?" Lorraine asked, confused.
"Just give it back when I tell you. Why all the fuss?" Eugene urged.
He suddenly got a bit harsh, catching Lorraine off guard. Her stubborn streak kicked in. "No, I'm not giving it back. The flowers are pretty," she insisted.
A little wave of frustration bubbled up inside her. She almost died yesterday. Today, she just wanted to enjoy something nice. 'It's just a bouquet, so what's the harm?' she wondered.
Eugene's face darkened, his eyes turning cold. "Do you even know what it means to accept his flowers?"
"What? Does it mean I have to pay for them or something?" Lorraine asked, still not getting it.
Eugene let out a dry laugh, realizing that she really had a way of driving him crazy. He grabbed her and pulled her out of the crowd.
His mood was so dark that it made Lorraine uneasy. She almost wanted to toss the flowers just to make him happy, but then she noticed the guy who'd given them to her was still watching, hopeful and kind.
She thought it felt too harsh to just throw them away in front of him.
Eugene dragged her to a little beverage shop, not even looking at her. "Order me a drink," he said coldly.
Lorraine stared blankly at the menu, not recognizing a single word, and she just pointed at something at random.
Eugene didn't say anything while they waited, but when the drink was ready, he glanced at it and said, "I don't like it."
Lorraine was annoyed for a few seconds, but she patiently tried again. This time, she chose one with a picture. "How about this one?"
"Nope," Eugene said, barely glancing at it.
"Alright." Lorraine let out a long sigh, realizing he was just being difficult. "What about this one?"
'Whatever. I'll just go through all the pictures. There must be something he likes,' she thought.
"I wouldn't drink something that cheap," Eugene scoffed, not even bothering to look.
Lorraine finally lost her patience, her temper flaring. "If you hate it here so much, we can leave right now. You're the one who wanted to stay for this festival, not me. So why are you taking it out on me?"
Eugene turned around, calm as ever, and glanced at the flowers in her hand. "Am I taking it out on you? I just asked you to get me a drink, didn't I?"
She instantly felt like she'd punched a pillow, completely powerless. She wanted to toss the drink and storm off, but she held back. She didn't know the place, and she couldn't read a word. If he really left her, she'd be totally lost.
"We already ordered this, so you might as well drink it. No sense letting it go to waste," she said.
"It's way too cold. Warm it up for me," Eugene said, his voice was even colder than the drink.
Lorraine silently called him a tyrant, but she still cupped the drink in both hands to warm it up. Since there was nowhere to put the bouquet, she set it on the shop's counter for the time being.
Eugene glanced over at the guy in the distance. Seeing the disappointment on his face, Eugene finally looked a little more pleased.
"The ice has melted. Here, drink it." Lorraine handed him the cup.
Eugene took it, drank a sip without any expression, suddenly pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.
Lorraine hummed and struggled, thinking, 'Is he crazy? One minute he's picking a fight, and the next, he's kissing me. What's gotten into him today?'
His cool scent filled her mouth, mixed with the strong coconut flavor of the drink. She couldn't resist at all. Her mind went fuzzy, and she didn't even realize where he was taking her.
When she snapped out of it, they were already standing in the coconut grove behind the shop. It was lively and noisy outside, but it was quiet here.
That long kiss left them both breathless. When they finally broke apart, they were both gasping for air.
Eugene finally looked a bit less annoyed. He reached up and wiped the saliva from the corner of her lips. "Do you know what it means when someone gives you flowers here?"
Lorraine was still dazed and shook her head.
Eugene shot her a glare. "Dummy. If you take that bouquet, you're supposed to meet him here tonight in this coconut grove, and then he'll..." He leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear.
Lorraine's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively hid in his arms. Her face scrunched up. "Should I go give it back? Is it too late?"
'This is a nightmare. If I'd known what it meant, I'd have done anything but take that bouquet!' she thought.
"The flowers are gone, and he saw it. Let's go," Eugene assured her.
The sand under their feet was soft and fine. He walked ahead, and she followed behind.
It was a bit hard to walk, but Lorraine was terrified of getting lost again, so she clung tightly to the hem of his shirt. Soon, the two of them were back on the main street.
This time, Eugene put his arm around her shoulders, holding her close and protectively. None of those creeps dared come near her now, which made Eugene quite satisfied.
Before long, they stopped in front of a craft shop. The place was filled with all sorts of cute little trinkets. After looking for a while, Lorraine actually felt a bit disappointed.
"What's wrong?" Eugene asked.
"I want to get back the things I bought before," Lorraine said.