Todos los capítulos de My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Lucien Dinner was quick. Lucien spent an hour painstakingly preparing everything for Eveline, going over the menu like it was his last. She hung out in the kitchen with him and he kept glancing over his shoulder……like if he took his eyes off her for too long, she’d disappear. And during dinner, he held her hand the entire time, stealing glances that lingered long. The unspoken agreement between them led to dinner being abandoned midway. He kissed her by the table, then gently carried her in his arms, leading them to the bedroom. The bedroom was bathed in the soft, low glow of the bedside lamp, casting long, golden shadows across the room. Lucien laid Eveline down on the mattress as if she were made of spun glass, his touch reverent and unhurried.For a long moment, he simply hovered over her, his hands planted on either side of her shoulders, looking down into her face. The faint lines of strain from the doctor’s office and the heavy news of their temporary separation had fina

Lucien Lucien’s plan to go over to Jonah’s house and look through Eveline’s parents' things in the basement had just one hiccup. Powell. The director flew into his office just as he was gathering his things, ready to leave for the day. He’d come into work as normal…keeping up appearances while Patrick, Ashcroft, and Jonah kept digging into Peter Callahan. The door slammed open, hitting the wall with a thud. Lucien stood by his desk, his back to the door, and spun around when he heard the sound. “What is—”Powell held a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Then he closed the door and locked it. Only when he was sure it was locked and nobody would get in, did his shoulders sag till they almost touched the floor. “You need to help me,” he whispered. He walked over to Lucien, grabbing his arm tightly. Sweat dripped down his face like a river and he looked pale, like he’d seen a ghost. He was also trembling. “Please,” he added, his voice reeking of desperation. “I don’t k

LucienLucien hauled Peter to his feet before he could even think about getting up, his fingers twisting tightly into the front of his shirt as he shoved him against the wall with enough force to make his head knock against the hard surface. Then he stepped closer until his face was only inches away, his anger simmering beneath every controlled breath.“One chance,” he grunted. “That’s all I’m giving you to tell me the truth before I do something worse than that puny punch.”Blood dripped down Peter’s nose in a bright red trickle, while one side of his face had already turned red and was beginning to swell around the cheek and nose, making the fear in his eyes even more obvious as he stared at Lucien.Or fake. The entire “caring half-brother” was an act. Peter swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to keep his breathing steady. “What—what are you talking about? I haven’t done anything wrong.”“That’s not the answer to the question,” Lucien said, tightening hi

EvelineEveline woke to a scream.For a few seconds, she lay completely still, her mind struggling to understand what she had heard, but the sharp sound still echoed through the house, cutting through the sleepy haze that had settled over her.A minute later, her mind registered who the sound came from.Her nurse, Angel.She threw the covers aside and reached for the first thing she could use as a weapon, gripping the heavy object tightly as she slipped out of her bedroom.Her heart began pounding as she moved through the hallway, and when she heard another muffled scream, she kept her steps quiet while following the noise toward the living room.She came to a staggering halt, the air rushing out of her lungs.Vanbeek was in the living room, standing behind Angel. He had one hand clamped over her mouth while the other held a gun against the side of her head, and Angel’s terrified eyes found Eveline the moment she appeared.Vanbeek smiled as he looked at her. “It’s good to see you, Eve

EvelineThe room was so quiet that Eveline could hear every small sound her own body made.The uneven rhythm of her breathing, the faint rustle of her clothes whenever she shifted on the thin mattress, even the pounding of her heart seemed painfully loud inside the old building. She had been sitting there for what felt like hours, her knees pulled close to her chest as she stared at the locked door, trying to think of a way out without knowing how many men were outside it.She kept thinking about Lucien.About their baby. Her hand slowly moved over her stomach, and her throat tightened as she imagined the life growing inside her, completely unaware of the danger around. “Please be okay,” she whispered, her fingers pressing gently against her stomach as tears gathered in her eyes. “Please, baby. You have to be okay.”She couldn’t let herself think about what Peter might do. She kept telling herself that Lucien was looking for her. He was going to check in at the coast house and whe