Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 82: Chapter 82

"It depends," Lorraine said, crossing her arms and eyeing him calmly. "Most people who have this much will get diarrhea. Hope you're the lucky one."
Eugene's gaze turned cold. Five minutes later, his stomach started to rumble.
"I'd go to the hospital if I were you, or you might collapse," Lorraine said as she headed out.
Eugene finally realized why she'd dressed him like a clown. She wanted him to embarrass himself at the hospital. But he didn't blame her. He'd lied first.
The door slammed behind Lorraine. She wasn't sure if she should feel relieved that he was unhurt or furious at his calculated deception. In his eyes, she was probably just a mouse to toy with.
Footsteps raced up behind her. Eugene raised his arms, his long fingers about to land on her shoulder. Her heart jerked, and she sidestepped easily, avoiding his touch.
His hands fell empty. "You're mad," he said.
Lorraine pressed her lips together. "How could I be? I don't dare."
She thought, 'How could I be mad? I should be grateful he'd let me scrape by this long.'
"Don't talk like that," he said, feeling deeply awful. "If you're angry, I can explain..."
"Explain what?" Lorraine laughed bitterly, yanking her backpack from his grip. Her hands shook, her heart pounding. "I should be flattered. Busy as you are, you would use your brain to trick a college idiot like me. What an honor. How dare I expect respect?"
Eugene's brows knit tighter. "Lorraine, do you know what you're saying?"
"Of course, I do," she said, her eyes glazing over. "Mr. Moore, you like having your cake and eating it too, treating me like a toy. Consider it repayment for saving my life."
Stomach cramps hit hard, paling his handsome face. He still flinched. "What do you mean, having my cake? Explain."
Fine, she'd tell him. He could do it, and she could say it too. Lorraine gritted her teeth, ignoring his pain. "You have a girlfriend but you still trick me. You need a booty call, right?"
Her words were harsh. Eugene's face darkened. "I have a girlfriend? Since when? Can you speak properly?"
He didn't even know about this. She seemed to know better than him.
Though she'd seen his acting before, Lorraine thought he deserved another winning award for this performance.
Lorraine said, "Drop your act. When we got back from the island, you gave Elsie the key to Silverlake Villa."
She thought, 'Why else would he give someone a key? If they were in a relationship, and I'd already stepped back, why is he still messing with me? Just for fun? That is way too...'
Another wave of pain hit. Eugene swayed, a vein throbbing on his forehead. "So that's why you wanted to leave Silverlake Villa so badly."
He'd thought she was just using him. It turned out this was the real reason.
But she should have asked him first. She'd believed others so easily and left him without a word for two months.
He thought he could get over her. But when the university asked for sponsorship, he'd acted like a lovesick teen and gone himself. He'd even ordered the school to send Lorraine to meet him, though neither she nor the med school knew.
And here she was, leaving him over some baseless rumor...
Eugene pressed a hand to his stomach, giving a humorless laugh. His fingers loosened, dropping from her strap. He turned and strode back to the room.
"Aren't you leaving? Wait for my 'girlfriend' to come and get jealous?" He slammed the door behind him.
Lorraine staggered, watching him go. She stood alone in the courtyard. The summer sun burned her heart, but a coldness seeped in, making her chest clench.
After a moment, she turned and walked out of the elegant stone manor. A breeze blew, scattering locust flowers at her feet.
Back on campus, there was still one class left. Lorraine sat in the last row, too frustrated and depressed to focus. Emotions she couldn't untangle swirled inside her, leaving her drained.
She couldn't hear a word the professor said, just mindlessly copying notes, hoping to review them later.
When class finally ended, she dragged herself toward the dorm. Her roommate asked her to eat, but she had no appetite.
Near the dorm, she saw a handsome guy in fancy clothes, holding a bouquet of pink iris lilies.
The college had plenty of these types. She didn't think much of it.
But when he called her Lorraine, she realized it was Lorenzo.
Different from his usual doctorly look, he had slicked-back hair, a sky-blue polo shirt, white pants, and tan loafers, giving off a yuppie vibe.
"There you are. Where's Eugene? Is his injury better?" Lorenzo asked, feigning concern. "A wound like that can get infected. You should stay with him..."
Lorraine remembered how he'd lied about Eugene's injury in the hospital, looking so sincere. Her face tightened. "What's up?"
"Is Sheila here? Her phone's off." Lorenzo was still in a cast, limping over. "Can you help me find her?"
He'd come with flowers. He was into Sheila.
Lorraine eyed the cast. Everyone with an injury was a liar in her book now. She had no sympathy for him.
Lorenzo dialed again. Sheila's phone was still off. He looked up pitifully. "Lorraine, I'm injured. Help me find Sheila..."
He'd wanted her to go up and get Sheila, but Lorraine thought he wanted her to call. Reluctantly, she pulled out her phone and called Sheila.
"Her phone's dead. It's no use calling her..." Lorenzo warned.
After a few seconds, the call was connected.
Lorenzo felt his world crumble. He knew he was blocked.
Sheila picked up the phone. "Lorraine?"
"Sheila, Dr. Eaton is downstairs. He wants to see you," said Lorraine.
"Which doctor?" Sheila sounded like she was gaming, with background noise full of fighting.
Lorenzo was extremely embarrassed.
"It's Lorenzo Eaton," said Lorraine again.
"Lorenzo? Who's Lorenzo?" Sheila shifted the phone to her other ear.
Lorenzo wanted to vomit blood. This was too much.
Thankfully, Sheila finally remembered him. The gaming noise cut off. "Oh, that doctor I ran over?"
Lorraine nodded, still shocked about Sheila running over Lorenzo.
"What does he want? To demand compensation?" Sheila yawned. Gaming all morning was tiring.
"Probably not... Are you in the dorm? Are you going to come down?" asked Lorraine.
"Nope. Tell him to fuck off. If it weren't for his good looks, I'd run him over again." With that, Sheila hung up.
Lorraine blinked at Lorenzo. It was on speaker. He'd heard it all.
"I tried, but she wouldn't come down," Lorraine said.
Sheila was as stubborn as a mule. Lorraine could do nothing about it.
Lorenzo stood there, stunned.
Lorraine thought he was too stunned to function, so she gave him a nudge. "Hey..."
"She said I'm good-looking..." he muttered, dazed, a lovesick smile on his face.
Lorraine was kind of speechless. That wasn't the key point.
Sheila judged everyone by looks, even lab frogs. She went easier on anything good-looking.
But Lorraine didn't know how to explain. Lorenzo just limped off, still in a trance, taking the lilies with him.
She had no energy to stop him. Her own mind was a mess.
Back in the dorm, Sheila was napping. She wasn't affected by Lorenzo at all.
Lorraine quietly took off her shoes, crawled into bed beside Sheila, and hugged her arm.
With Sheila, she'd never be lied to.
With this thought, Lorraine drifted off.
After Lorraine fell asleep, Sheila opened her eyes and glanced at her.
'It seemed that she knew the truth,' Sheila thought.
She moved over to make more room, pulling the quilt over them both.