Todos los capítulos de My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Eveline Oh god. What was she doing? Eveline glanced outside her car window, staring at the building she’d been looking at for the last hour. Her stomach quietly grumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten for hours. Even though Lucien had packed breakfast and lunch—urging her to take breaks during the work hours to eat, she’d forgotten all about that. She also made a bunch of stupid mistakes at work, until Jeremy had urged her to sit down somewhere. Everyone thought it was because of the baby. She was pregnant and constantly on her feet, so she must have mixed up clients' information. If an intern hadn’t caught the mistake on time, it would’ve led to something serious. Eveline ran her fingers through her hair as she pulled her attention off the building. She exhaled as she leaned into her chair. “What am I doing?” She mumbled to herself. “Stalking my brother? Acting like the detective nobody assigned me to be?”But she hadn’t been able to get him out of her head, since dinne

Eveline“Hey baby girl.”Eveline managed to smile as she hugged Lily the next morning, when they met for coffee. Lily was taking all her time off work at once—because she and her boyfriend were taking a vacation somewhere overseas. When she hit up Eveline the night before, asking if she wanted to meet up for an early dinner, so they could catch up and she could see her god-baby, Eveline had said yes without thinking. Because frankly, she needed something to keep her mind from exploding. She hadn’t slept the entire night. Lucien looked crushed when she told him she wanted to sleep in a different room for the night. But it was only because she didn’t want him to see how much what he told her had affected her. Peter. Her half-brother, who she thought was a gift that came right when she needed it, had tried to kill her when she was younger. Eveline had tried to wrap her head around it. She’d started by making excuses for him. Maybe he felt lonely. Maybe he blamed her for not grow

He turned around and walked back to the desk; but he didn’t sit down. He faced Powell with a darkened gaze, until he could see fear in the other man’s eyes. “Tell me why I should give a fuck,” he grunted. “Tell me why I should care about a deal you let my brother talk you into making. And,” he chuckled coldly, “if you try to play the sibling card, you’ll find out how quickly I don’t care that we share the same last name.”Powell exhaled, like the air was rushing out of his lungs. His hands were on the desk, and they wouldn’t stay still.“Uhm,” he mumbled. “The thing is…” he rubbed the back of his neck and his forehead, as sweat gathered there, unable to stay still. “The thing is—““Fucking talk.”“Sure. I—I’m,” he stammered, “I’m getting there.” He couldn’t look Lucien in the face. That was fine with Lucien. Powell was supposed to be ashamed of what he’d gotten himself into. He might not have known the extent of Gerald’s crimes, but he knew his brother was shady. Everybody knew—they

Eveline She just asked Lucien to trust her. But could she trust herself? Eveline’s palms were clammy as she walked herself to Powell’s office, where Peter said he was waiting for her. She’d convinced Lucien not to go with her—and promised that she’d call him if she thought she couldn’t handle it. But it was one thing meeting with her biological half-brother, when her adoptive father was against their reunion. And it was another thing to pretend like she was happy to see him, when she knew that he’d tried to kill her when she was younger—given her to bad people, and then kidnapped someone off the street. And that was what she knew about Peter Callahan. She’d told him almost everything about their life in the times they’d met up. He knew her before she knew he existed. He’d been watching her. That’s how he knew about Lucien. That’s how he knew she was almost married to Shane and that her former ex-father-in-law was behind bars. What if he’d been watching her for so long, so wh

His phone rang as he walked out of the clinic. He fished it out of his pocket after he got into his car, a smile touching his face when he saw it was Eveline. “Hi, baby.”“How did it go?”“Well,” he replied. “How’re you?”He could hear noise in the background—the chatter of hospital activities. Eveline had refused to stay at home, because she didn’t want to let her thoughts take over. She also wanted to be at the hospital, so Peter wouldn’t come looking for her at home. “I’m coming to get you now,” he told her. “There’s somewhere we need to stop by and then…” he exhaled. “I was thinking we have dinner somewhere fancy.”“Ouuu,” she laughed. The sound made his chest warm and full. “A date. We haven't had one of those in forever. I feel like I should go home and dress up or something.”“I think you look absolutely ravishing in your scrubs,” he said, pulling away from the clinic. Eveline scoffed lightly. “I know that. But I’d like to feel even prettier. Maybe we’ll do that some other t