Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Just then, someone grabbed Lorraine. She froze, almost screaming.
The person had already pulled her into a firm embrace, leaving her no chance to resist. Her face pressed against his chest, and she felt a familiar scent, a familiar heartbeat, and that same familiar, overbearing presence.
She went completely still. Her heart, which had been sinking moments ago, slowly started to beat at a normal pace again—then faster, bit by bit.
Realizing the man inside the office hadn't been Eugene after all, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. The sadness faded, though a dull ache still lingered in her chest.
With her guard down, the tears came easily. They soaked through his shirt, first a small spot, then spreading like a bloom of sorrow.
Lorraine rested her hands on Eugene's waist, slowly gripping the hem of his shirt. Her fingers tightened little by little. She said nothing.
Feeling the sudden wetness on his chest, Eugene lowered his head and let out a barely audible sigh. He tried to loosen her grip, wanting to lead her back into the break room.
But she held on tightly, refusing to let go.
He looked down at her tear-streaked face, then reached up and cupped her cheek, his fingers brushing against the cold, wet traces of her crying.
Since she didn't want to leave, he didn't push her. Instead, he gently led her a few steps over to Isaac's small cubicle, somewhere out of sight.
He sat down in the office chair and pulled another one over. "Sit."
Lorraine bit her lip and shook her head. She stayed beside him, still holding onto his shirt, a stubborn glint in her eyes.
Eugene straightened up, and his breath brushed against her waist—soft and ticklish like a feather stroke.
"I thought you left. Why are you still here?" he asked in a low, husky voice, not sounding angry at all.
Lorraine's fingers curled tighter, clinging to him.
"If there's nothing else, go downstairs," he said, trying to peel her fingers off, one by one.
But every time he uncurled one, she clenched another. It became a quiet tug-of-war, neither of them backing down.
Eugene gave a cold laugh. "What, are you afraid of the dark?"
Lorraine shook her head.
"Then what are you afraid of?" he pressed, not letting her retreat.
She was afraid the man inside the office had been him. But she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.
Their eyes met, and in each other's gaze, they saw their own reflection. But despite the thousand thoughts they shared, not a single word came out.
"If that had been me in there, would you still say it doesn't matter?" Eugene gave a quiet, unreadable chuckle.
Lorraine lowered her eyes. She'd said "it doesn't matter" so many times. But this time, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't say it again.
With a sudden snap, the power came back on. The moaning inside the office stopped instantly.
Eugene's eyes darkened. He yanked Lorraine down in one swift motion, and she ended up pressed between his legs.
Footsteps rushed toward them from the office. The man was still fumbling with his belt buckle, the faint clinking noise giving him away.
"Hey, don't forget your shoes." Elsie ran out after him.
"Thanks, babe." the man turned and gave her a long kiss. "I'll try to get the files you asked for tomorrow. Tell your dad not to worry."
"Thank you," Elsie said sweetly, gazing at him with soft eyes. "If it weren't for you, Dad and I really wouldn't know who to count on."
"What are you talking about? It's an honor to be needed by you," the man replied. "Try talking to your dad. Watching you stay by Eugene's side every day is driving me crazy."
Just thinking about how Eugene pampered Elsie today made his blood boil.
He'd gone through all that trouble—getting Eugene out of the office and cutting power to the whole building—just to sneak in and see her. But now that the power was back, he had no choice but to leave.
"Don't worry, I'll talk to my dad." Elsie walked him to the elevator. "You should go now. If Eugene comes back, everything will be ruined."
"Just hang in there a bit longer. Once this thing is done, everything will work out. Got it?" she reminded him.
"Got it. Come see me soon," the man said.
"Sure," she said.
The elevator doors closed. Elsie stood in front of them, and her sweet smile vanished. She spat viciously.
"Who do you think you are? Marry me? Hah." Her tone turned sharp. "If you weren't useful, I would never have sex with you."
Grumbling under her breath, she rushed back to the office and cleaned up the mess they'd made, not wanting Eugene to get suspicious.
But what she didn't know was that outside the door, Lorraine stood frozen in shock, her wide eyes turning toward Eugene.
That man was Henry. The quiet, shy Henry who used to blush whenever he spoke to her. Lorraine couldn't believe it.
Eugene let out a short, cold laugh and pulled her toward another VIP elevator.
He didn't let go of her until they were inside. Then, with a mocking tone, he said, "You shocked that your admirer's actually that kind of guy? Disappointed now?"
Lorraine swayed slightly. She just couldn't process it all.
Henry worked in accounting. Elsie seduced him to get confidential files. Lorraine connected the dots easily—the Shaw family was clearly plotting something.
But their ambition far outweighed their abilities. She could already see how this would end—and it wouldn't be pretty.
And now she suspected Henry was sent to pursue her on purpose. The Shaw family had gone to great lengths for this plan.
Eugene glanced sideways at her. Her face was still flushed from crying, her eyes red. A single tear clung to her lashes, trembling. He looked away, fighting the urge to wipe it away.
The elevator reached the ground floor. Without a word or a glance, Eugene stepped out and walked straight through the Moore Group lobby.
Lorraine stood frozen. Watching his back slowly disappear through the front doors, she suddenly snapped back to her senses—and ran after him with everything she had.
Outside Moore Group, Sheila was sitting in her red SUV.
"Lorraine's gonna love this late-night snack," she said to Shirin, who sat beside her. "I'll give her a call and ask her to come down."
"Okay." Shirin nodded, holding the food box carefully while looking around. "Wait, isn't that Lorraine? She came down fast."
Sheila blinked. "I haven't even called her yet."
Shirin happily rolled down the window and waved. "Hey, Lorraine. Are we telepathic or what? You came down so fast."
They watched as Lorraine ran closer and closer—only to completely ignore them.
Sheila was stunned. She grabbed Shirin and got out of the car. From a distance, they both stared as Lorraine caught up to Eugene, who was walking ahead like the wind.
She was running so fast that she couldn't slow down in time and bumped straight into his back. Her nose stung from the hit, and she nearly teared up.
Eugene didn't turn around or move. A faint smile appeared on his face, but his voice stayed cold. "Ms. Shaw, did you lose your way? How do you even manage to run into me with all this space?"
Lorraine didn't say anything.
After a while, he started to walk again. Suddenly, he felt her hand grab his right hand from behind. She held it tightly—stubbornly—not letting go at all. The more he tried to pull away, the tighter she clutched.
He tried to turn around, but she leaned her head against his back. "Don't turn around," she said.
She was scared that if he turned around, she'd see those cold eyes from the other day again—and then she'd never have the courage to hold his hand like this again.
Eugene paused and stopped moving. His voice couldn't help but carry a hint of amusement. "Ms. Shaw, what exactly are you doing?"
But Lorraine was too overwhelmed to notice the subtle change in his tone.
She looked down at her toes and muttered, "I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have said those things. I shouldn't have said Elsie is your girlfriend."
"It's fine. You've got freedom of speech," he said casually.
Lorraine was at a loss for words. After a moment, she asked, "You didn't give her the key, did you?"
"I did," he replied.
She went silent, her heart sinking.
"The Shaw family planted a spy in my company. I have to figure out who it is. She snuck out a bunch of documents from my study—thought they were useful. That's it," he said calmly, half explaining to her, half talking to himself.
"But what does that have to do with you? Did you even ask me once?" he suddenly asked, changing his tone.
Lorraine's eyes burned. She finally understood why he'd been so angry. She hadn't asked him a single question. She just assumed he'd choose Elsie.
She was the one who insisted on staying. And she was the one who chose to leave.
But Eugene wasn't someone who'd let himself be treated that way. She didn't fully understand him, but she knew how proud he was. She had crossed the line.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, her voice soft and small.
Eugene pressed his lips together, a faint light flashing in his eyes. "Can I turn around now?"
"Yes," Lorraine whispered.
He turned around and gently lifted her chin, slowly and carefully wiping the tears from her face.
Lorraine stared at him in a daze. The brilliant neon lights behind him, the whole bustling world—they all faded into the background. In her eyes, there was only Eugene, vivid and clear.
His movements were gentle, and so was the look in his eyes. The way he looked at her made her want to stay in that moment forever. But in the end, he pushed her away and pulled his hand back.
They stood half a step apart. He held back the smile in his eyes, looked at her, and asked calmly, "Are you really sorry?"
"Yes," she said gently, like a little rabbit.
"But Lorraine, you were the one who said Elsie was my girlfriend. Now everyone believes it," Eugene said. "You'll have to help me get rid of her. That's the only way your apology will seem sincere, don't you think?"