Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 90: Chapter 90

It wasn't until dawn that Eugene finally let her go. He picked her up from the lawn and carried her into the house.
Lorraine was half-asleep and half-awake, only feeling that her body was still hot and swollen. She looked down and realized he hadn't pulled out at all.
He actually just lifted her hips, letting her legs wrap around his waist. He walked step by step into the house, and the angle of the friction changed constantly with his movement, making it impossible for her to handle.
Her whole body swung in the air with his thrusts, and by the time he put her down, Lorraine felt like she had fainted several times.
Since her legs could barely support her, she fell forward, only to be quickly caught by him. Eugene slightly pulled back and then thrust deeply from behind.
Lorraine couldn't take it anymore, pleaded for mercy over and over, and finally cried softly before he truly let her go.
He held her and sat down on the sofa nearby, placing her in front of him with his chest snugly pressed against her back.
Eugene casually pressed a switch. A hidden door in the middle of the living room slowly opened, revealing a secret walk-in closet behind it.
The space was at least a thousand square feet, with three walls lined with women's clothes.
Eugene wrapped his arms around Lorraine from behind and whispered in her ear, "I tore your clothes last night. Pick anything you like from here. Think of it as my apology."
The wardrobe was way bigger than Lorraine had expected. The clothes were all neatly arranged—and all of them were women's.
There were suits, dresses, blouses, pants, pleated skirts. Every outfit had matching heels, handbags, and other accessories. It was like a mini fashion showroom.
She glanced around and noticed none of the clothes had price tags. They didn't look like they were just put there either.
Something about it made Lorraine feel a little uneasy. She leaned on the sofa and pulled away from Eugene. "I'd rather wear my own clothes," she said softly. "I'll go get them."
Then she lowered her head and walked toward the courtyard. Eugene didn't understand at first, but he still caught that flicker of sadness in her eyes.
After grabbing his shirt and shorts from the sofa and putting them back on, he followed closely behind her. "Lorraine? What are you thinking?"
She ignored him, picked up her blue dress, and put it back on.
The neckline of the dress had been torn by him and was hanging down, revealing a large part of her chest. She tried to pull it up several times, but it still remained very revealing.
She couldn't just go out like this. It was so frustrating and depressing.
"Do you remember what you promised me last night?" Eugene blocked her path. "A woman who breaks her word isn't lovely at all."
He sounded so righteous, like he wouldn't let her run away from it.
Lorraine thought about what she'd said the night before, and her eyes burned again. She looked down and mumbled, "I did promise you. But—"
"No buts. A promise is a promise," he said firmly.
Lorraine hadn't expected him to leave her no room to escape. After a pause, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Has another woman been to this house before?"
She wondered if he'd lied when he said no one else had ever been here. Thinking of all those clothes in the closet, her chest tightened even more.
Eugene was caught off guard. He hadn't expected that question. Then, he chuckled to himself. His sharp expression softened with a hint of warmth. Realizing what was bothering her, the trace of coldness in his eyes disappeared completely.
He cleared his throat and stopped blocking her way. With a serious face, he nodded. "Yeah."
"Did she... live here too?" Lorraine lowered her head even more. The question itself stung her heart.
"That's right," he nodded again, his eyes glinting with mischief.
She blinked, trying to keep her breathing steady. "Are those clothes in the closet hers too?"
"Yep," Eugene said.
"You picked them out for her?" she asked again.
"Yeah, I did," he replied. "She said I had pretty good taste."
"Oh." Lorraine barely made a sound. Her shoulders slumped. Her chest felt heavy and her lips trembled, but she didn't ask anything else.
Eugene stood there, watching every little expression on her face. He cleared his throat again and added, "And every time she went shopping, she made me go with her. Said wearing clothes I picked made her feel more confident.
"She also said she didn't like shopping with any man but me. Oh, and—"
"Stop talking." Lorraine suddenly looked up and cut him off.
Eugene raised a brow, as if he didn't understand. "Didn't you ask? I'm just answering your questions."
Lorraine stood there in a daze for a moment before realizing her tone just now had been a little too sharp.
She quickly looked down again, nervously twisting her fingers together. "It's fine. Y-you can keep talking."
Truth was, she didn't want to hear a single thing about that other woman. Her chest felt tight, like someone had thrown a handful of ashes in her heart.
Eugene smiled deeply. "You really want to hear more?"
"Yeah." Lorraine forced herself to nod, trying her best to ignore the affection in his voice when he mentioned that woman.
But suddenly, Eugene stepped closer, wrapped an arm around her waist, and bit her earlobe—hard. Then he even ground his teeth against it playfully. "You sure you want me to keep going? Think you can handle it?"
She hadn't expected him to bite her again. Lorraine was annoyed. She turned her head and rubbed her ear. "No biting. You're the worst."
Eugene chuckled and pulled her back into the closet, keeping her in his arms as they stood in front of the mirror together.
"Look at you," he said, tapping her lips with his finger. "Why are you pouting? Upset?"
"No," she mumbled, lips pressed tight.
"Then what's wrong?" He leaned in and brushed her lips with the tip of his nose. "Are you... jealous?"
"I'm not jealous," Lorraine snorted. "I was just asking. I don't even like these clothes."
"Oh yeah?" Eugene tightened his arms around her, clearly holding back a laugh. "Then my mom would be really sad to hear that. She picked out every piece in here herself—some she didn't even get a chance to wear."
Lorraine froze. She hadn't expected that the woman he was talking about was actually his mother.
After a few seconds of being stunned, Lorraine realized she had been tricked. She was both embarrassed and angry. She raised her fist, turned around, and punched him. "Eugene, you are really annoying."
"Yeah, I am annoying," Eugene said with a smile. "But can you put your clothes on properly before you hit me?"
He glanced down meaningfully, his eyes lingering on her half-covered chest. The sight was even more enticing now.
Lorraine felt awkward and pushed him away. "G-get out."
Eugene chuckled, took a long dress from a nearby rack, and handed it to her. "You'll look great in this. I can't wait to see everyone's reaction when I bring you to Moore Group."
He handed her the dress and then stepped back very politely.
Lorraine looked around the closet carefully and saw that it was full of designer clothes.
She had heard of Eugene's mother but had never met her. She knew the old lady had been abroad for medical treatment for the past few years and couldn't come back.
Lorraine didn't expect Eugene's mother to have such good taste. It gave her a very fashionable feeling. She started to wonder what this lady looked like.
When Eugene and Lorraine showed up at the company together, everyone at Moore Group was stunned.
The female employees immediately imagined a dramatic love triangle between Eugene, Lorraine, and Elsie—complete with twists and rivalries. Meanwhile, the male employees couldn't take their eyes off Lorraine, who walked in just behind Eugene.
Most of them didn't even recognize her as the intern who'd come in yesterday. They couldn't figure out why they hadn't noticed she was this pretty.
Lorraine wore a layered lake-blue cami maxi dress with a cropped denim jacket. A slim white belt cinched her waist, and a pair of white sneakers completed the look. She looked youthful and energetic—enough to make many men fall for her at first sight.
Lorraine kept her eyes straight ahead, ignoring all the curious stares. She followed Eugene into the elevator and rode it all the way up to the top floor.
The shareholders were already waiting for Eugene to start the meeting, but he took his time, escorting Lorraine into his office before gracefully turning and walking off.
Lorraine sat in his office for a while. Feeling bored, she went to check out the bookshelf, hoping to find something to read. But it was full of books on economics—many of them rare, untranslated foreign editions.
She couldn't understand a thing. After flipping through a few pages, she gave up.
A few minutes later, she heard the familiar click of heels approaching from the hallway—steady and rhythmic, like someone walking to a beat. Lorraine tensed instantly.
"Where's Eugene? Where is he?" came Elsie's commanding voice.
"Mr. Moore is in a meeting, Ms. Shaw. Maybe you could come back a little later?" the secretary said politely, standing up.
"No need. I brought him something he likes. I'll just wait in his office," Elsie said, putting on the air of a girlfriend. Then she walked up to the door and gently turned the handle.
Lorraine's heart skipped a beat. She stared at the CEO's office door and, for some reason, Eugene's words from earlier flashed through her mind: "When the meeting's over, I'm coming to check how you did."