Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Lorraine stared at them in disbelief, completely thrown off.
Raquel got up from the sofa and snapped, "Didn't you hear Elsie? From now on, you need to cooperate fully. If the Shaw family goes down, do you really think your life will be any better?"
Lorraine thought, 'I've seen shameless people before, but never anything like this.' She honestly didn't even know how to respond.
Elsie huffed, "Don't get cocky just because you slept with Eugene. You're still a nobody."
Zackery chimed in with another idea, "Let's go pay Eugene a visit today. The Shaw family might not have much influence, but if he gets one more person to help him go up against Gordie, he won't turn us away."
With that, the three of them left together.
Lorraine spent the whole day curled up by the living room window, lost in thought.
Coconut seemed to pick up on her mood, slowly hopping over to her side. It nibbled at her pant leg one moment and scratched at her shoe the next.
"Do you think Eugene will even bother with Elsie?" Lorraine scooped Coconut up, gently rubbing its tiny ears.
Coconut just buried its head in her arms and went quiet.
"I really hope he ignores her, but..." Lorraine trailed off.
'But who am I to even ask for something like that? Elsie always acts like a princess at school, and a ton of guys are into her,' she thought.
At the mention of Elsie's name, Coconut started fidgeting nervously. It had been bullied by her before.
"Well, it's okay," Lorraine murmured, picking Coconut up and heading into the kitchen to give it a carrot.
She wasn't sure if she was comforting Coconut or just trying to make herself feel better.
That evening, they cooked dinner together like always. This time, Lorraine had wised up. She'd looked up recipes online ahead of time and followed them step by step. It was just a simple meal with three dishes and a soup. Now she was eating quietly.
"Are you not feeling well?" Eugene finally asked, noticing she hadn't said a single word since he got home.
Even earlier in the kitchen, she'd almost burned herself with boiling water a few times, and he'd had to pull her out of the way. She was clearly distracted.
"No, I'm fine. Maybe I'm just tired. Still jet-lagged, I guess," Lorraine forced a smile, but it looked more like she was about to cry.
Eugene let out a soft laugh. "Jet lag? We didn't even change time zones."
"Really? I didn't even notice," Lorraine mumbled, lowering her head and sipping her soup.
"Your dad brought Elsie to the Moore Group today. I—" Eugene started.
Lorraine choked on her soup, quickly stood up, and wiped her mouth with a napkin. "I'm full. You take your time. I'm heading upstairs. G-good night."
Suddenly, she just couldn't bear to listen to him anymore. She didn't want to hear anything about the Shaw family, and she was terrified of hearing Eugene's decision, whether he would agree to their request or not.
Confused, Eugene gave her a look. "It's only seven. Why are you saying good night already? Come to my study later and review your lessons. Don't go to bed so early."
Lorraine thought he was so bossy, but she could only nod. "Alright."
Lorraine dragged her feet for ages, and by the time she finally made it to the study, Eugene was already there.
She quietly grabbed a book from the shelf, doing her best to blend into the background. Curling up on the little sofa by the window, she pretended to read, sneaking glances at Eugene behind the desk.
Eugene had just showered. His hair was still damp, drops of water trailing down. A slim laptop sat on the desk in front of him as he focused on some documents.
He was wearing a black silk robe, the collar slightly open to reveal his sculpted chest. Beads of water slid down his skin and disappeared beneath the fabric.
Lorraine found herself staring. At some point, Eugene had closed his laptop and was looking right at her. "Come here," he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She quickly ducked her head, practically burying her face in the book. "Do you need something? If not, I'll just stay here and read," she mumbled.
Eugene raised an eyebrow. "Come here. Let's go to bed," he said completely straightforwardly.
Lorraine tried to keep her voice steady. "I'd rather finish this book and get ready for the upcoming exams. You go ahead and sleep. Good night."
"Oh? You're reading something for class? What's it about?" Eugene asked.
Lorraine answered seriously, "It's medical stuff. You wouldn't get it."
"Is that so? Sounds pretty advanced," Eugene said with a hint of laughter in his eyes. He pointed at her book from across the room. "No wonder you have to read it upside down to understand it."
Lorraine froze, shocked that the book was upside down. Mortified, she quickly turned it right side up. "Uh, I-I..."
She couldn't even get a word out before Eugene was already in front of her, leaning over with his arms braced on the sofa's armrests and caging her in.
Suddenly, it was like a solid wall had appeared in front of her. It was warm, unyielding, and dangerous. Lorraine had nowhere to run, and his hot breath washed over her.
"Want me to help you get over your jet lag?" Eugene asked.
"No, really. You should just go through your files," Lorraine blurted, shaking her head. "I'll go take a shower."
"Let's shower together," Eugene said.
Before she could react, he scooped her up into his arms.
"Seriously, it's fine. I just remembered I don't really feel like showering anymore," Lorraine stammered, flustered.
"How can you not shower? I can't stand people who don't keep clean." Eugene chuckled, carrying her straight toward the bedroom.
With every step he took, Lorraine's heart pounded faster, her whole body practically burning up.
Eugene kicked open the inner room door, carried her inside, and took her straight to the bathroom.
He pressed her up against the wall, looking down at her. "The best way to beat jet lag is to wear yourself out. Then you'll sleep like a baby. Come on. Take your clothes off."
Lorraine was so flustered that she could barely breathe, frozen in place.
Eugene was in no rush, patiently unzipping her jacket and taking his time.
As she slipped off her top, his gaze darkened. Watching her undress always set him on fire.
He spun her around and pressed her against the cold tiles. His lips brushed her ear, and his breath grew more heated. "Stand up straight. Don't lean forward," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
His hot breath, which was tinged with a faint scent of tobacco, wrapped around her like a spell. That familiar scent filled her senses, both comforting and torturous, stirring up a storm in her chest and leaving her helpless.
She couldn't resist it, even though she wanted to. All she could do was let him pull her close, everything unfolding naturally. In the end, he turned her face to him and kissed her deeply, savoring every moment.
The bathroom was steamy and full of passion. By the time they finally came out, Lorraine was so weak that she could barely stand. Her cheeks flushed as Eugene carried her back to bed.
Eugene cleaned up, then lay down and pulled her into his arms. "Sleep," he murmured.
He reached out to turn off the light and was asleep in no time.
Lorraine was completely worn out, but no matter how tired she was, she just couldn't fall asleep. She lay there with her eyes open, lost in thought until morning.
The next day was packed with classes, so Lorraine had to force herself to get through it. Even after a whole day, her mind was still in a fog.
Sheila picked up on her mood and insisted on driving Lorraine back to Silverlake Villa before heading off herself.
The security guard saw Lorraine and looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just told her to go in and see for herself.
The moment she opened the door, Lorraine almost thought she'd come to the wrong house.
The villa was spotless, and the living room looked much bigger. Even the sofa had been moved, and a fresh bouquet of flowers sat on the coffee table, filling the place with life.
She caught the smell of food coming from the kitchen, hurried over, opened the door, and saw Elsie leaning against the counter.
"I had the chef prepare dinner. It's everything Mr. Moore likes. When he gets back, just serve it to him," Elsie said, sounding smug.
Lorraine stared at the delicate dishes, a little stunned.
Elsie walked over, pulled out a set of keys from her pocket, and dangled them in front of Lorraine with a triumphant grin.
"Mr. Moore gave me the keys to this place. Yesterday he said he'd think about it, and today he handed them over. From now on, I can come and go as I please. You know what that means, right?" she said.
The keys flashed coldly, almost blinding. The locks here were custom-made. Without the owner's say-so, no one could get them, not even the security guard. Anyone could see what being given the keys meant.
"When I come back tomorrow, I hope you're already gone. I'll be living here from now on." Elsie put the keys away and gave a sweet but smug smile.
She added, "From now on, I'm Eugene's official girlfriend. So do us both a favor and disappear. The farther away, the better."
The sky outside gradually darkened. Lorraine stood alone in the kitchen for a long time, lost in her thoughts.
In the end, she dumped out all the dishes Elsie had brought, one after another. Then she went upstairs and called Sheila. "Sheila, can you lend me some money?"
"Sure, how much do you need?" Sheila was as straightforward as ever.
"How much do you have?" Lorraine asked.
"I've got a few tens of thousands of dollars stashed away. You want all of it?" Sheila sounded surprised.
Lorraine lowered her head, quietly counted on her fingers, and then gave her a number.
"Alright, give me a second," Sheila said.
A little while later, Lorraine got a text. It showed her bank account had just been credited with a large sum.
Lorraine picked out a short red puffer jacket, white snow boots, and a pair of jeans from her suitcase.
Once she was dressed, she carefully washed her face, tied her hair back, grabbed her bank card, and headed out to catch the bus to Moore Group.
The receptionist, who had seen her before, greeted her politely and asked if she was there to see Eugene.
Lorraine shook her head and sat quietly in the lobby of the Moore Group building downstairs, waiting.
People walked past her, chatting about everything that had happened at Moore Group today. From what they said, it sounded like Stephen was completely done for.
Lorraine listened closely, slowly realizing that she was finally safe.
She waited for what felt like ages before the person she'd been waiting for finally stepped out of the elevator.
Eugene, surrounded by his staff, walked into the lobby and immediately spotted her sitting on the sofa from across the hall.
She sat there in her red jacket, quiet and still, like a little ball of fire at rest.
He looked surprised for a moment, turned to Isaac, and said something. Then the others quickly dispersed.
Eugene walked over to her and asked, "What brings you here?"