Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 70: Chapter 70

Lorenzo was hastily called into the hospital room and was somewhat stunned. "So this time it was an elevator prank, and you both got trapped?" he asked.
"Stop focusing on our sex life. You should find a girlfriend and give your hands a break," Eugene retorted.
"My hands are meant for holding a scalpel, you know?" Lorenzo replied.
"Really? Then you should practice on yourself more often," Eugene quipped. Normally not one for many words, Eugene's sharp tongue was truly unmatched when he chose to use it. Lorenzo wisely decided not to fight back.
After examining Lorraine, Lorenzo said, "She just passed out. She'll wake up in a bit. Do you want to wait here?"
"Are you sure she's not seriously hurt?" Eugene asked, his concern evident.
"Yes," Lorenzo assured him and said.
"You guys stay here and take care of her," Eugene instructed, nodding at Isaac and the others standing nearby, before turning to leave.
Lorenzo was aback.
'A while ago, he risked his own safety to go back to that deserted island to save her. Now he acts like a stranger? What's he up to?' Lorenzo wondered. He quickly tugged at his assistant's sleeve. "What's going on?"
Isaac explained how Lorraine hadn't been living at Silverlake Villa recently and how the two had crossed paths at Moore Group that day. Lorenzo immediately understood and hurried after Eugene.
"Eugene, did you upset her? Are you trying to get Lorraine to move back now?" Lorenzo asked bluntly. Eugene was somewhat displeased.
Sharing personal matters was never Eugene's style. 'Besides, I upset her? No way. She's always the one provoking me. She decides when to leave and when to stay. Who gave her the right to come and go as she pleases?' he thought to himself.
"Don't glare at me like that," Lorenzo said with a smirk. "If you keep that face on, every lady would be scared away."
"I only care about her," Eugene said suddenly, with utmost seriousness and sincerity.
Lorenzo was aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Alright, got it. But you really need to change your attitude. With that cold face, even the prehistoric ice age wouldn't be as terrifying as you."
Eugene remained stern and silent.
"Women like gentle men. You need to spend more time with her, make her happy, fulfill her little wishes, and she'll be willing to stay by your side. Getting her back to Silverlake Villa would be a piece of cake." Lorenzo advised earnestly.
"Like you've ever been in a relationship? As far as I remember, you're still a virgin," Eugene said.
"Don't be so discouraging. I won't help you if you keep this up. Why rub salt in my wounds? I just have a bit of a germaphobia, and that's all," Lorenzo replied.
"Did I give you permission to meddle in my affairs?" Eugene asked.
"Dr. Eaton?" someone called from a distance.
Lorenzo quickly turned and responded before leaving, not forgetting to add, "I've got an operation to attend to. Remember to be gentle and smile more. Women love that stuff.
"If Lorraine still won't pay attention to you or stay by your side, it means your smile isn't bright or charming enough."
Eugene nonchalantly raised an eyebrow, looking cool as ever. After Lorenzo walked away, he finally allowed himself a reluctant smile, feeling it was sufficient before slowly making his way back to the ward. He gave Isaac, who was standing outside the door, a small smile.
Isaac took a step back, sweating profusely. "Mr. Moore, did I do something wrong? Please let me know."
Eugene was aback.
Lorraine felt as if she were nestled in a cloud, warm and soft, a stark contrast to the feeling of being trapped in the elevator.
She rolled over in bed, hugging her pillow, and slowly opened her eyes. A handsome face, breathing softly, was right in front of her.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she sat up awkwardly on the bed, clutching the pillow tightly, unsure of what to do next.
Upon seeing that she was awake, Eugene's expression relaxed slightly. He naturally took the pillow from her arms and sat down beside her. "Do you feel any discomfort anywhere?" he asked.
"No." Lorraine shook her head. It had been two months since they last spoke.
"Good," Eugene said, his lips curving into a faint smile. It was like the first snow clearing, a spring breeze sweeping across the plains.
Lorraine was aback. The man in front of her was incredibly handsome, a stark contrast to the man who had once shouted at her to take her trash and leave. 'Am I dreaming?' she thought to herself.
She blinked a few times, pondered for a moment, and then spoke very seriously. "Don't worry. I won't hold Moore Group accountable."
Eugene was stunned. 'What is she thinking? Hold Moore Group accountable?' he wondered.
"The elevator was my choice to enter, and it has nothing to do with you. Even if the media asks me, I'll keep it a secret."
She was well aware of how crucial a company's image was.
If news of the elevator malfunction leaked, it could potentially cause stock market fluctuations, and even the slightest hint could lead to losses of hundreds of millions, if not billions. So, she made her promise sincerely.
Eugene rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath, feeling as if she had the unique ability to give him a splitting headache.
But the moment she was trapped in the elevator, he realized he couldn't turn a blind eye to her. He didn't know when it had started, but he had already grown somewhat attached.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, suppressing his frustration. It was as if he were handling a precious treasure.
Lorraine didn't expect his attitude to be so kind and quickly waved her hand. "Really, I won't hold you accountable. How about I write you a note?"
Eugene silently restrained the urge to strangle her and picked up the lunchbox beside him. It contained the soup Lorenzo had brought over.
He poured the soup into a bowl, took a spoon, and brought it to her lips. Lorraine was aback. She began to suspect that she had gone back in time and subconsciously glanced at her stomach.
'I'm not pregnant, so why is that tenderness returning?' she wondered.
"Open your mouth and eat," he said.
Lorraine took a deep breath and clutched the bedsheet. "Eugene, murder is illegal. You know that, right?"
Eugene was bewildered. "What?" He thought, 'How did this suddenly involve murder?'
"What did you put in this soup? I really won't tell anyone, I promise. I swear." Given their current estranged relationship, she certainly didn't believe he would be kind to her without reason.
And just yesterday at school, he had treated her so coldly. Today's sudden change made her suspicious.
Eugene's barely contained anger flared up, and his handsome face darkened. "Are you going to eat it or not?"
'Am I really that bad in her eyes?' he wondered. 'Does she always think I am unscrupulous?'
"I won't eat it," she replied firmly. She wasn't about to risk her life.
Eugene let out a cold laugh and pulled his hand back. Lorraine felt relieved, thinking he would give up, but then Eugene suddenly tilted his head back and took a sip of the soup himself.
Then, with precise accuracy, he cupped the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers.
The warm soup flowed into her mouth, carrying his body heat and breath. Lorraine was completely stunned.
Eugene first traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, then pried open her teeth and gradually pushed the soup onto her tongue.
Their breaths intertwined. The warm soup moved between their lips, creating an ambiguous, moist sound that made one's face flush and heart race.
He seemed extremely patient today, slowly pushing the soup in bit by bit, and then, with a sense of righteousness, he kept his lips on hers, not letting go until he felt her swallow.
Only then did he pull back slightly, his forehead still resting against hers. "If it were poisoned, I'd be dead too."
Lorraine was dazed, her lips still glistening with moisture. Her eyes were slightly misty from the earlier lack of breath, giving her an innocent and hazy look.
The collar of her hospital gown had slightly opened during the struggle, and as his gaze shifted downward, he saw her.
"Eat quickly," his voice suddenly became much firmer as he said. "Don't leave any. Finish it all." He handed her the lunchbox and walked out the door.
Lorraine was bewildered by his inconsistent behavior, her heart sinking and rising with confusion.
She sat there on the bed, holding the soup container in one hand and touching her lips with the other. Recalling the bizarre way she had just consumed the soup, she blushed deeply.
'Actually, even without resorting to such a scheme, I wouldn't hold Moore Group accountable. Eugene is really trying hard,' she thought to herself.
"Why are you standing outside again?" Lorenzo emerged from the surgery, noticing Eugene standing outside the ward. He walked over with a particularly gleeful expression. "Did you fail? Is Lorraine ignoring you? How pitiful."
Eugene ignored him completely, not even sparing him a glance.
"Even if you failed, you can't just leave. You need to make more of an impression. When Lorraine needs you, you should suddenly appear by her side to give her a sense of security. Got it?" Lorenzo acted very supportive.
"Yes, I did brush her lips." Eugene suddenly curled his lips into a smile, his words dripping with unhidden pride. "Soft, warm, and incredibly intoxicating."
Lorenzo was aback. "Really?"
"It was so good that I felt aroused. That's why I came out to cool down a bit," Eugene said.
Lorenzo's face contorted. After a moment, he finally went quiet. Feeling like he'd just suffered a massive blow, he finally decided to end the conversation. "I've got another surgery. I'll leave now."
The world finally became quiet again. Eugene leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and casually placed it between his lips, glancing into the ward.