All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucien Lucien’s brow arched slightly as Gerald walked into his office. It was only a matter of time before his brother turned up at the hospital. He’d been waiting for him. He closed the patient file in front of him, moved it to a different pile, and leaned back with his arms loosely folded. “I would say it’s nice to see you after all this time,” he said, lifting his shoulder with a half-concerned shrug, “—but we both know that’s not true. So, why don’t you get on with whatever you came here for?” Gerald’s mouth flattened into an ugly frown as he stared down at Lucien from the top of his nose, pulling back a chair noisily. Condescending. Lucien merely chuckled, the quiet sound rumbling through his chest. Ten years ago, it would’ve set him into a fuming mood. But he was used to—to his brother treating him like he wasn’t worth anything. “You’ve met my daughter-in-law,” Gerald said. A tiny muscle flicked in Lucien’s jaw. He tapped his finger on his arm, taking his time to an

Eveline “I’ll be right back,” Eveline said as she forced a smile on her face, patting her dad’s hand softly. His grip tightened as she turned, just enough to get her attention. She looked back. He shook his head with a begrudging sigh. “I know I’ve raised you to be honest and true to your heart, but honey…if you’re not happy, if anything is going on, you know you can tell me.”Eveline’s throat was clogged with tears. They stung her eyes and made her chest ache. She could feel it breaking into the pieces that she couldn’t afford to put together. “I know,” she whispered, her smile wobbling. She couldn’t afford to speak louder. He would know she was lying. Not that he couldn’t tell already. Jonah Roswood might’ve adopted her, but he was her dad in every sense of the word. And before then, he was her biological father’s close friend. She slowly withdrew her arm, taking a deep grounding breath as she walked to the door. “Let’s talk somewhere else,” she hissed under her breath at Shane

LucienLucien watched the liquid change color as it swirled around his glass, going from warm amber to bright gold. He could smell the vanilla, the hints of roasted nuts, and chocolate. He could taste it too—the slow heat on his tongue, the lingering warmth in his chest—even though he hadn’t taken a sip. Because it was all her. Eveline Storm. It’d taken everything in him to send her off tonight, after he scooped her off the couch, with her legs shaking and her pupils wild with the aftermath of several orgasms. He told himself it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to save her. He didn’t return to the country, to this city…that hospital, to save anyone. It was to even the scores and pay back a debt he owed. Besides, she told him she could handle it. She’d looked him in the eye, while she struggled to catch her breath, her hair messy and wild, and told him that she was going to be alright. “It’s my problem. I can handle it. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not your burden to solve

Eveline stared at the text as a slow thrill chased her heartbeat, riding down her chest and gathering in her stomach. She rocked her hips a bit—subconsciously—before realizing that she was already picturing something different in her head. The text was straightforward. “How was dinner with my little nephew?” Lucien Roswood didn’t do innocent or casual, but she wasn’t going to read into what wasn’t there. That was how she got into trouble the first time, when she saw him at the bar. He was there for a drink, but she’d already pictured sleeping with him, stripping him naked while he ordered a drink. “Eveline?”She tucked the phone away as Shane slid closer, his liquor breath oozing into her personal space. “Babe? Are you still mad at me? Tell me—" He took her hand in his, "—whatever I can do to make it up to you, I will. I put in a transfer request for her to be moved to another branch of the firm, so she doesn’t have access to me anymore,” he added softly. She scoffed under her b

LucienEveline skipped back, glanced at the to-go cup Lucien was holding, and grabbed it while struggling with the zipper on her dress. “Twank you,” she mumbled, rushing to the door without a backward glance. Lucien waited. He stood in the middle of his foyer, where she hurried past him, counting under his breath. The front door opened, then closed again as he counted ten. Eveline showed up, looking frazzled. She took a deep, somewhat irritated breath. “You don’t have to look at me like that. I know I overslept.” He nodded. “Yes, you did.” “But I’m trying to make up for it,” she snapped. He looked her over, slowly and deliberately. “You don’t look exactly dressed for work.” To put it mildly, she looked as if a storm blew through a room and left nothing intact. Her hair–which he was sure she hadn’t checked in a mirror- was sticking out in every other way at the top of her head. She’d tried to smooth the front, but it looked like an attempt to stop a burst pipe with paper tape.It