Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Lorraine slipped off her trench coat first, then her white sweater. The pink cotton underwear made her look even softer and more delicate. Her waist was so slim that it seemed he could hold it in one hand.
Even with the heater on in the car, she still shivered a little, instinctively clutching his clothes.
Eugene's eyes turned dark and menacing as he stared at her flawless skin. "Who said I wanted you? Don't flatter yourself."
Lorraine froze, a little lost and unsure of what to do.
The two of them just stayed there, locked in a tense standoff. After a while, Lorraine bent down to pick up the coat that had fallen onto the seat.
"Who said you could put that back on?" Eugene said, his voice especially low.
Lorraine hesitated and then set the coat aside again, looking at him helplessly. She didn't know if he wanted her or not.
Seeing Lorraine sitting there in just her underwear and trying not to tremble, Eugene honestly wanted to reach out and strangle her. He wanted to ask her what she thought she was to him.
Rage surged through Eugene, and he let out a cold, bitter laugh. "You're not done taking it off, are you? Keep going."
His voice was completely devoid of warmth, like he was just making a business deal.
Lorraine forced down the wave of shame in her chest and slowly reached behind her back to undo the clasp.
Then her bare chest suddenly came into view. Eugene's gaze grew even darker, but his voice stayed cold. "Why are you covering up? Move your hands."
Lorraine bit her lip so hard that she almost broke the skin. She lowered her head, fighting back her eyes. Then she slowly moved her hands away. Her heart was pounding faster and faster, but she didn't dare move, not even a little.
His eyes swept over her without restraint, though he forced himself to hold back any reaction.
Neither of them moved or spoke again. The air in the car was thick, making it hard to even breathe.
Outside, neon lights flashed quickly across her body, their shifting colors as unpredictable as their minds.
He stayed silent, and Lorraine didn't dare move either. But the sharpness in his gaze made her feel more wronged than ever.
Lorraine couldn't blame anyone. Maybe this was all she had to give. She wanted to laugh at herself, but her eyes welled up with more tears.
It felt like ages before the driver's voice finally came from the front. "Sir, we've arrived at Silverlake Villa."
Only then did Eugene look away and say coldly, "So this is all you are? Back then, sleeping with you was me doing you a favor. Now, you're not even worth that. Looking at yourself, you still dared to take your clothes off? How ridiculous."
Every word hit Lorraine like a ton of bricks, leaving her frozen. Her face was drained of all color.
Eugene pulled away from her, got up, pushed open the car door, and left without a backward glance. Even the driver got out, leaving her alone in the back seat.
She sat there in a daze for a while, her body numb from the cold. Then she slowly picked up her clothes from the back seat and put them on, one piece at a time.
Stepping out of the car, she found the villa was eerily silent. She headed upstairs on autopilot when the lights flicked on suddenly.
Eugene stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her like some untouchable man, his eyes as cold as ever. "Lorraine."
She immediately looked up, her little nose still red. Her dark eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.
Eugene's hand on the railing tightened slightly. He looked away, refusing to meet her gaze. He said coldly, "I told you when you came back here, only I got to decide when this ended. As long as you're living here, you're not allowed to leave."
Lorraine froze, thinking, 'If I had to stay here, what was I supposed to do when his girlfriend showed up tomorrow?'
But before she could ask, Eugene had already turned away. He left her with nothing but his cold, arrogant back as he disappeared into his room.
Lorraine blinked hard, fighting to keep her tears from falling.
It was only after his words that she realized she didn't even have the right to leave whenever she wanted. She started to worry about tomorrow.
She stood there for a long time, finally blinked away her tears, and slowly walked back to her room.
The next morning, Eugene was up for his usual run, but today he seemed to be out even earlier than usual.
Even the security guards could tell he was in a bad mood and kept their distance, except for one person, who seemed determined to walk right into the lion's den.
When Eugene finished his run and came back, he saw a woman standing right in the middle of the living room.
She was dressed in a striking red mini dress, her hair curled to perfection. Her lips were painted bold crimson, and she wore a pair of red high heels.
It was hard to believe this woman was only nineteen. The way she carried herself and that streetwise confidence made her seem more like a sophisticated woman in her late thirties.
"Good morning, Mr. Moore." Elsie greeted him warmly, setting down the things she'd brought on the coffee table. "I made some oatmeal this morning and brought it over while it's still hot."
After she spoke, she stood there nervously, but her eyes couldn't help lingering on him with open admiration. No matter what he wore, Eugene always looked incredible. Even in sportswear, he was impossibly handsome.
He had that natural air of authority. Elsie believed only a man like him was worthy of her. Her parents always said that chasing after a man was easy for a woman, and she was convinced her charm would win him over in the end.
Just the other day, when her parents took her to see him at Moore Group, he hadn't rejected her outright. He'd just said he'd think about it. That alone made her feel like she still had a chance.
Eugene gave her a cool glance, his lips parting as if to speak, but then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lorraine standing at the upstairs landing.
He changed his tone in an instant. "Why don't you pour it out for me? I like my oatmeal to be warm. Have you had breakfast yet? Looks like you made enough for two. Want to eat together?"
A flicker of something complicated flashed in his deep dark eyes. It was impossible for anyone else to read.
"I-I haven't eaten yet. Let's eat together," Elsie stammered, nearly dizzy with excitement. She tried her best to act like a proper lady, answered softly, then grabbed the thermos and hurried to the kitchen to find some bowls.
Eugene stood where he was, glancing upstairs again, only to find Lorraine at the landing had already disappeared.
A moment later, he heard the faint sound of the back door, and he caught a glimpse of a small figure slipping away. His hand clenched at his side, veins standing out across his knuckles.
Elsie came out of the kitchen with oatmeal, her voice sweet and hopeful. "Mr. Moore... Eugene, should we eat in the dining room, or..."
Lorraine had a general course today, and she was sitting all the way in the back row, totally zoned out.
Outside the window, two little sparrows were perched on the power line, taking turns feeding each other and looking absolutely smitten.
Their breakfast was so sweet and loving. Just to avoid any awkwardness this morning, Lorraine had even snuck out of the villa through the back door.
But even though so much time had passed, the smug look on Elsie's face still stung like a slap.
She shook her head, trying to shake off that memory, but it only caught the old professor's attention. "Lorraine? Lorraine!" the professor shouted.
"Huh?" Lorraine snapped back to reality and shot to her feet.
"What are you looking at?" the professor asked.
"Uh, I..." Her mind went blank, and before she knew it, she blurted out, "I was just thinking about how to stop those sparrows from feeding each other."
She pointed out the window. Right then, the two sparrows flapped their wings and flew away.
The whole class burst out laughing. The professor just gave her a helpless look, motioned for her to sit down, and then went back to the philosophy lecture.
Suddenly, the sharp click of high heels echoed from outside, and the classroom door swung open.
Elsie strutted in, tossing her long hair over her shoulder like she was on a runway. "Sorry, I'm late. Can I come in?" she asked.
With everyone watching, she didn't even wait for the professor's reply. She just walked right in, picked the seat directly in front of Lorraine, sat down, and turned to shoot her a provocative smile.
Lorraine looked up and caught a glimpse of a faint mark on Elsie's neck. If she wasn't mis, that looked a lot like a hickey.
'Elsie just came from Silverlake Villa. What does the mark mean? Is she here just to provoke me?' she thought.
Lorraine quickly turned her gaze, trying to focus on her book, but the words blurred before her eyes. It felt like her heart had been squeezed with a sharp pang of jealousy, bitter and aching.
After school, Lorraine dragged Sheila out to the snack street just outside the school.
She wandered past every stall selling hamburgers and ice cream. They were her usual favorites, but she didn't buy a single thing.
The two girls walked around the snack street. Eventually, Sheila couldn't take it anymore. "Lorraine, my feet are about to fall off. Are you ever going back?"
"I..." Lorraine hesitated. She didn't want to go back. Maybe she was even a little scared to go back.
"There's no bed for you in the dorm anymore. You know that, right?" Sheila reminded her.
"I know," Lorraine admitted, nodding honestly. She was the one who applied to give up her bed because she thought she'd be going abroad.
"You're not going back. Did something happen?" Sheila started to get suspicious.
"It's nothing. I just don't feel like going back, and that's all. You're overthinking it," Lorraine muttered.
For some reason, the scene she'd witnessed that morning flashed through her mind again. If she went back now and ran into Eugene and Elsie getting cozy, she wouldn't know what to do.
"If nothing's wrong, then just go home early. It's not as safe out here as it is at Silverlake Villa." Without giving her a chance to argue, Sheila dragged her to the bus stop and shoved her onto the bus. "Got it?"