All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Evie.” Eveline’s face broke into a smile as she spotted Nurse Belinda at the station. She glanced over her shoulder, just once, but Lucien hadn’t followed her into the building or shown up, while she kept her thumb on the open button of the elevator, under the guise of holding it for two doctors that took their sweet time. And didn’t offer any thanks when they walked in with cups of mouth-watering coffee. She mentally shook off the taste of the black death she’d drunk this morning. It’d been horrible—but it did the job. Because she’d spent most of the night tossing and groaning, yanking the comforter over her face, then kicking it off when it got too hot from the heat of the shame that clung to her relentlessly. “Are you being nice so you can sleep with me?” “Ugh.” She rubbed her arms briskly, as if it’d erase the horror of her marching up to Lucien and tossing his kindness in his face. She was the one who showed up in front of his house, still wearing an overpriced dress

Eveline She didn’t tell him to stop. He kissed her again, his hand cradling her face and his fingers threading through her hair. She arched into his touch, whimpering as his other hand nudged her legs apart. She buckled, almost falling to the floor when he slid his fingers over her pussy, through her scrubs’ pants. “Lucien,” she panted, clinging to his shoulders. “Luc-“ He swallowed the rest of his name with his tongue in her mouth, yanking her pants lower so he could reach in. She gasped, her hips jerking as his thumb teased and toyed with her, barely touching where she needed him to—where she craved him the most. Her nipples were so tight; every time they brushed against her shirt, she fought the urge to yank it over her head and toss the offending item aside. Her head fell to the side as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her neck, dragging his lips in a torturous line from her collarbone up to her ear, sucking softly at her pulse. She shivered, her chest heaving as her breath

Eveline“…I’m just getting off work, Lily. But I have a half-day tomorrow so we can get coffee.”Eveline craned her neck to keep her phone nestled between her ear and her shoulder as she walked to the elevator. She was trying to shove some files into her bag, which was an absolute mess. On the other end of the phone, Lily was trying to talk her into a sleepover. “You’re the only friend I have,” Lily said with a sniffle. “And you’re not in Cleveland anymore. Do you know how hard it is for me to clock into work, all excited to see you…only to be reminded that some big-shot hospitals snatched you up.”“I’m sorry,” Eveline told her. She finally got the files in with a sigh and straightened her neck, giving it a crack to work out the chinks. She reached for the elevator button, but someone got to it before her, an arm raised over her shoulder. The doctor walked in, offering her a smile. “Lily,” she quickly said. “I gotta go. I’ll call you later, okay? Love you.”Lily was still talking

EvelineShe didn’t hit the ground.The darkness swept over her for a few seconds — maybe a minute — but something warm and firm caught her before she could fall. Two things, actually. One wrapped around her waist; the other cradled her head, easing her down onto something solid.She blinked slowly as the wooziness lifted.The scent hit her first. It was unfamiliar and unmistakable. It belonged to Lucien. Her eyes widened as she wrenched herself away, stumbling back a step. It wasn’t her imagination. Lucien Roswood was standing in front of her — right there in the other Roswoods’ driveway — watching her with a faintly furrowed expression.“What are you doing here?” Shane stepped forward, his voice tight with distaste.Lucien held Eveline’s gaze a moment longer before letting it slide to his nephew. “You’ve grown,” he said coolly. “Last time I saw you, you were well on your way to juvenile prison.”Shane’s face flushed red. “You’re not welcome here,” he bit out, burying the shame un

Eveline “Careful. We’ll have to take you back to the hospital, or you end up breaking a hip,” Eveline said as she assisted her dad in getting out of bed. The caregiver for the day—a nurse who’d been an absolute help since Eveline walked in—was standing by the other side of the bed, ready to step in at the slightest sign of distress. Jonah shuddered. “No way. I don’t intend to go back there.”“Surgery?” Eveline reminded him. “You still have that.”Surgeries, actually. She hadn’t discussed anything with Lucien yet.Because…well, with everything that had been going on for the past couple of weeks, there was no time for serious discussion. But the caregiver mentioned something about two or three sessions when she’d asked her what the estimated timeline was. The nurse brought the chair to them as Jonah successfully got out of bed. “Here you go, Dad.”Jonah shook his head. “What do you think I am? Spineless?” Then he laughed at his joke, while Eveline shook her head, silently wonderin