Alle Kapitel von My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 87

Lucien Patrick whistled low and long, shaking his head as he pulled back from his laptop, his arms crossed over his chest. “Yup,” he nodded at Lucien. “You were right to be worried. “If you’d inserted this—” he picked up the drive, holding it out on his palm, “—into your system, it would’ve not only downloaded a malware right away, but if you were connected to the hospital’s WIFI, it would’ve worked its way through and infected every single connected device.”So, his suspicion was right. It was more than a suspicion, though. Lucien had been almost certain that his nephew didn’t have a change of heart hours after getting his ass handed to him. And he knew that if there was evidence to convict Gerald—to put him behind bars for a very long time, there was no way it fell into his son’s hands. If it was that easy to get, Lucien wouldn’t have spent ten years—a fucking decade, trying to connect the dots and build a case. It was a setup. However Shane got his hands on the flash drive,

Lucien “You’re leaving?”Lucien stood outside Jonah’s room, his hands tucked into his pockets, a soft breath leaving him. “I’ll be back,” he told Eveline gently. “What about when he wakes up?” She asked, worriedly, rocking on her heels. Her eyes were slightly swollen from crying earlier and her bottom lip was trembling with panic. “It won’t take long. I just need to check up on something. But in the meantime, I’ve asked a good friend—the doctor who was with me during the operation—to keep an eye on him.”She bit her cheek, reluctant. His fingers curled in his pockets, his restraint slipping. He’d hugged her in the waiting room hours ago, but she was spiraling and everyone could see. Jonah was stable now, and if he initiated contact, it could lead to rumors. Not that he cared about that. When did he ever give a fuck what people thought about him? They’d done it in risky places too, and even then, he wouldn’t have batted an eyelid if someone caught them. But things were…somewha

Eveline Eveline snuggled deeper into the sheets, a smile curling on her lips when she remembered that she was in Lucien’s bed. Not her room in his house—but his bed. He’d carried her up the stairs, after they got busy in the living room, and then made love to her again, until she was quivering and trembling and grabbing the sheet above her head. It felt good. Really good, to forget that anything else existed but the way he made her feel. She reached out, her eyes closed, to bury her head in the nook between his chest and arm, but she met nothing. No warm, solid wall of defined muscle, and certainly not the small grunts he had throughout the night, pulling her close every time she turned away while asleep. Her eyes slowly opened, to the other end of the bed being empty. Where was Lucien? She sat up, looking around the room, with the sheet pulled up to her chest. The walls were his color, a warm monochrome shade that felt like Lucien—tough on the surface, but full of warmth if you

The hospital room fell silent, after Lucien spoke up. He stepped back, running his hands down his pants. He faced Jonah. “I love your daughter. I love Eveline. I don’t know what I’d do without her, Jonah. But—” he raked his fingers through his hair roughly, his chest too heavy to breathe. “I meant it back then. I don’t deserve her. It kills me, god it does,” he rasped, sounding broken and raw, “—but I don’t want her to find out that the same man she thought she could build something with, somehow had a hand in bringing her pain.”The betrayal…he would never recover from it. It was better for him to break her heart right now, than to bring her pain and then have to let her go. “Wh—what are you talking about??Jonah tried sitting up. “You should lie down,” Lucien urged, but he helped him all the same, doing it slowly so the stitches wouldn’t come off. Jonah glared at him. “All I hear are excuses. What is so bad that you would deny yourself—and her—happiness?” Lucien clenched