Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 87: Chapter 87

On the top floor of Moore Group, Elsie sat in the middle of a pile of clothes and jewelry, too excited to think straight.
She wanted so badly to show it all off on Instagram and Twitter, but without Eugene's permission, she didn't dare. She didn't even dare touch any of those fancy clothes and accessories.
Eugene had been standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows in his office all afternoon. Elsie had no idea what he was looking at, but his face stayed dark the whole time.
Whatever the salespeople behind him had said earlier, he only nodded. That's how the whole office ended up packed with luxury items.
Even Elsie, as clueless as she could be sometimes, could tell he was in a bad mood. But she didn't dare think too hard about why.
She just sat there quietly, feeling like a porcelain doll in a display case. It looked like she had everything, but somehow felt like she had nothing at all.
The feeling made her uneasy. After a long time, she finally worked up the nerve to stand and slowly walk over to Eugene.
"I was thinking... I don't really like these things that much," she said softly. "Maybe we should send them all back?"
"You don't like these things?" Eugene turned around and stared at her with a blank face.
Elsie instantly felt the pressure. She could barely lie straight. "Y-Yeah, I just... I can't pick anything that looks good. Might as well return it."
"If you can't pick, I'll get someone to pick for you." Eugene turned sharply, grabbed the office phone, and dialed a number without hesitation.
Lorraine took a breath to steady herself before answering the phone. "Hello, this is the medical room. I'm Lorraine Shaw."
"Come to my office. Top floor," Eugene said.
Her breath hitched for a second. Then she snapped out of it. "Okay," she replied, and hung up.
Not knowing what was going on upstairs, she decided to play it safe and grabbed the emergency medical kit. After putting on her lab coat, she headed for the elevator.
But before she could leave, the phone rang again. It was Eugene. His voice was just as flat as before. "Who told you to hang up first?"
Lorraine stood there, confused. She didn't understand why someone like Eugene would care about something so petty.
Just as she was about to respond, Eugene ended the call. Lorraine let out a silent sigh but still picked up her kit and went up to the top floor.
The hallway was empty. The office door was slightly open, a sliver of warm light glowing through the gap.
Eugene was sitting behind his desk, looking relaxed and lazy. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, showing off part of his chest in the soft light. His hair was a bit messy.
When he saw her, he didn't say much. Just lifted his chin slightly and pointed at the couch. "Wait."
Lorraine bit her lip and sat down.
The air felt so heavy it was hard to breathe. She tightened her grip on the medical kit without meaning to.
Just then, the bathroom door opened. Elsie walked out, wrapped in a towel. She didn't seem surprised to see Lorraine. Instead, she calmly picked up her clothes from the floor and went back into the bathroom, shutting the door.
Earlier, Eugene had handed her a glass of water. As she drank, he accidentally knocked it over. It almost burned her and soaked her clothes.
The day wasn't turning out to be as perfect as Elsie had imagined. Now she was just annoyed.
Outside the bathroom, Lorraine's mind was racing.
She thought about the half-open shirt, Eugene's sleepy eyes, and the way Elsie had walked out just now. Her fingers loosened a little. The medical kit slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a loud thud.
"What's wrong?" Eugene asked lazily.
"N-Nothing. It slipped," she said quickly, bending down to pick it up. "If there's nothing else, may I leave now?"
"No," Eugene said without hesitation. "My girlfriend doesn't know what looks good on her, and I have no idea either. You stay and help her pick something out."
Lorraine had never wanted to run away from anything more in her life. Even though a strange kind of bitterness crept into her chest, she forced herself to nod. "Okay."
Eugene was the boss. She was just an employee. She didn't get to choose.
After she spoke, she lowered her head. Eugene looked at the way she just quietly took it all and felt another surge of fury rise in him—strong and almost uncontrollable.
Elsie walked out of the bathroom, still wearing that soft smile. She acted like Lorraine wasn't even there and headed straight for Eugene. "How do I look? You picked this one."
"Let her see," Eugene said, nodding toward Lorraine.
Elsie walked over and gave her skirt a playful tug. "Lorraine, do I look good?"
She was wearing a bright green lace gown with puff sleeves and a low neckline, covered in Swarovski crystals. The hem swept the floor by nearly three feet. Clearly expensive.
Lorraine pushed down the sting in her chest and nodded.
Elsie turned back with a sweet smile. "Eugene, Lorraine thinks it looks good."
Eugene smiled too, but it didn't reach his eyes. "If it looks good, wear it with the jewelry."
He bent down, picked a box from the pile, and opened it himself. "I'll help you put it on."
Elsie looked overjoyed. If Lorraine hadn't been there, she probably would've thrown herself at him by now.
Eugene picked up the necklace inside, his voice unusually gentle. "Turn around."
Elsie opened her mouth like she wanted to say something when she saw the necklace, but stayed quiet.
A pigeon blood ruby necklace with a green dress looked tacky—totally mismatched. But since he picked it, she didn't dare object.
She turned and stood still, letting him move her hair aside. He looked focused, careful with each motion.
The necklace was fastened quickly. Without needing a cue this time, Elsie stepped in front of Lorraine. "Lorraine, how do I look?"
"B-Beautiful..." Lorraine answered in a daze, not even thinking.
Watching Eugene put that necklace on Elsie, hearing the softness in his voice—Lorraine felt like she couldn't breathe.
She jumped up, grabbed the medical kit. "There might be a patient coming. I'll head downstairs. Goodbye."
Before Eugene could say a word, she was out the door.
Maybe it was from sitting too long, but her legs felt weak, like they weren't even hers. Her mind was a mess, full of the way Eugene had just looked.
She couldn't stop wondering if he and Elsie were going to do what she and he had done in that same office not long ago.
Lorraine didn't dare let her thoughts go any further. Her eyes stung, and the world around her blurred behind a veil of tears.
She just couldn't bring herself to go downstairs—and she didn't want to risk being called back either—so she stumbled into the break room on the top floor.
Still, she couldn't stop thinking about Eugene.
She reached for a glass of water, hoping it would help clear her mind, but the overhead light suddenly went out. The Moore Group's office building was plunged into darkness.
Since she hadn't brought her phone, she had no choice but to stay put. She figured a place like Moore Group must have a backup power system. The lights would probably come back on in a few minutes.
But almost an hour passed, and still, nothing changed. Lorraine sighed and decided to head out, using the dim emergency lights to guide her step by step through the dark.
As soon as she got outside the office, she heard Elsie's soft panting.
"Be gentle, not here. Let's find a place, okay? Oh, don't—" Her voice was as delicate and ethereal as gauze, incredibly enticing.
Then, Lorraine heard a heavy breathing sound, followed by an ambiguous sloshing noise.
"Have you lost all your skills?" Elsie was begging for him. Her plea was met with even deeper and harder thrusts.
Lorraine stood there, stunned. The images she had imagined before were now becoming real. She knew she should leave, but her feet felt glued to the floor, unable to move.
It felt like her heart was being grabbed by a giant hand, pulling her down. She didn't know where she would sink to, only that it felt a hundred times worse than drowning.
She wanted to scream, but no sound came out.