All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A second passed, and then the rest came out in a tumble. “Belinda asked me if I was this morning. I said no—because you know,” she shrugged, her hands gesturing everywhere, “—we never thought about it. But then I took a test and it came out positive. Two bright pink lines.”Lucien’s brows rose. His eyes widened. And something inside him, like a balloon being filled with helium, swelled with warmth. Eveline bit her lip. “It’s an inconvenience, isn’t it? We didn’t ask for this. And there’s Gerald, and your brother—”“It’s the best news I’ve ever gotten.”The words came out before he could stop them. Before he could measure them or decide if they were too much, too soon. But the moment they left his lips, he knew they were the most honest thing he’d said in a long time.Eveline blinked. “What?”“You heard me.” He cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs sweeping the last of her tears away. “The best news. Not second best or somewhere on the list. The best.”She searched his eyes, her

EvelineEveline mumbled something in her sleep, as she felt the bed dip beside her. She was exhausted—something about crying her eyes out, panicking about having a baby, and then staying up for two hours after dinner, until Belinda managed to convince her to go to bed, had taken every strength she had. She’d gone to sleep in Lucien’s room, because she needed to feel close to him. But…Her lashes fluttered as she felt warmth on her forehead. She could smell him…his cologne, the heat from his body. Her eyes flew open. “Lucien?”He nodded, brushing the hair from her face. “I’m sorry I missed dinner. But I’m here now. Want me to tuck you back in?”Eveline shook her head, reaching for him with both hands. She brushed her lips against his, in a kiss that was both self-reassuring and desperate. He pulled her closer, with one arm wrapped around her waist, tipping his head so she could have better access to him. Her hand fell to his chest, her fingers sliding under his shirt as he deepened

LucienLucien sat quietly next to Eveline in the cold, uncomfortable visit room and they both listened as Gerald reminded him of their childhood, opening old wounds that had barely scabbed over."You know mom and dad never thought you would amount to anything, right?" Gerald said, leaning his wrists on the steel table.The chains on his handcuffs clinked against the metal surface but Lucien didn't even flinch."I know," Lucien replied, keeping his voice dead flat. "I'm not stupid, Gerald."He reached over and squeezed Eveline's hand under the table, hoping to gain strength from her warm grip."They were horrible parents," Lucien continued. "They weren't ready to have more kids after Michael, and they took it out on us… They were exhausted," Lucien added with a bitter scoff. "They hated being parents by the time we came along."Gerald shook his head slowly, a cold, mocking smirk spreading across his haggard face."Is that what you told yourself all these years to sleep at night?" Geral

Lucien The beeping of the machines that kept Michael alive—as alive as his cold hands could be—was too loud in the silence Lucien was sitting in. He kept trying to get Michael’s hands warm, rubbing them softly, while worried at the same time that he’d do too much and maybe injure his skin. What day was it? Two weeks. That’s how long had passed since he walked into the clinic and found out that Michael had slipped into a coma. He stayed with him for two days, before deciding to move him to Green Hill Hospital, because he needed to return to work—life had to move on—but he couldn’t imagine not being there when Michael woke up. They’d been so close…It felt like life was at their fingertips. After being separated for over a decade, they were finally going to become a family…and Michael would be the best uncle to the baby that was on the way. Lucien had hopes at first. Michael’s vitals were stable, even though they couldn’t figure out what had caused him to go into a coma. Ashcro

Lucien Vale looked up from the large screen in front of him as Lucien walked into his office. He smiled briefly, tapping twice on the screen. A soft click followed. Then he leaned back, interlacing his fingers. “I’m guessing that you’ve figured out it was me. Would I be right?”Lucien wasn’t amused. He pulled a chair from the ones by the long table in the middle of the office and dragged it towards the desk, placing it close enough for him to sit. “You weren’t trying to hide it, though, were you?”It had taken Patrick an hour to track the number behind the anonymous text he got the night he was buying flowers for Eveline. It took him days to decide what to do. If Marcus didn’t bother disguising his identity, it meant he wanted to be found. But Lucien was more wary of the supposed tip and assistance the message offered, than anything else. He folded his arms, an eyebrow cocked. “How do you know my brother is going to avoid a prison sentence?” “Straight to the point,” Vale chuckl