Semua Bab My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Eveline Eveline’s mouth curved with a cheeky smile. “What kind of material are we talking about, Dr Roswood?” she whispered, her eyes dropping to his mouth. She gazed at him from beneath her lashes, deliberately tugging on her bottom lip, just enough to send a message through. “Do you plan on teaching me how to be a proper consultant? Do my job as well as you do yours?” Lucien shook his head as his gaze darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly as they dropped to her legs, where she had absolutely nothing on. “Not that kind.” She should feel some kind of…way. She was seated in front of him, exposed and bare. But all she wanted was more. With Shane, a quick session was enough for both of them. But Lucien Roswood made her feel like she could take more—he made her want more. She wanted to be bent over, arched, with her toes struggling to touch the floor. She wanted her fingers raking down his back because she was close to coming—and her legs clamped around his waist because she

Lucien Lucien’s hands shook by his side as he let the tear roll, the emotions racing through him like a rollercoaster. Grief was the first thing he felt. His brother, Michael, had aged so much in the years he’d been out of the country. He had a blank, hollow look on his face too, like the other patients—prisoners- because he couldn’t call them patients when they were strapped down. Then anger. His fingers curled into tight fists that trembled, as his nails carved lines into his skin, breaking through the top layer of his skin. Rage came last, as his chest rose and fell, the sound of his breathing the only thing audible in the large room. It wasn't even large enough. The beds were almost sandwiched next to one another, and there was a single window on the north wall, high enough that Lucien couldn’t look through, and the natural light that came in was a small, narrow ray.The space was stark, without any personal furniture, and there was a certain musky smell in the air, like s

Lucien “So…” Lucien felt himself smile when Eveline started. He knew she was dying to ask all the questions she’d held inside for the car ride. After all, he was the one who brought her alone. Why did he bring her along? It was an almost spontaneous decision. He’d been heading down to the first floor, and then he thought about her. He thought about her…and wanted her. And he didn’t think twice before pressing the button for her floor and riding the elevator up. It turned out to be a good idea because he couldn’t tell her the contents of the envelope he dropped on Gerald’s desk, but he could satisfy her curiosity a little bit. For now, at least. “Yes?” He turned to her when she fell silent. “You were saying?”She shook her head smartly, her hands linked behind her back. “Nope. I wasn’t saying anything.”He bit back a grin, covering his mouth briefly to hide it. “I see,” he managed to respond in a measured, unbothered tone. “The office is on the twentieth floor. I’ll handle eve

Lucien He heard the door slam so loudly it almost lifted off its hinges and flew across the living room. Lucien sipped from his bourbon slowly, his fingers tapping his home bar counter. He knew who the intruder was—he was surprised his brother took this long, though. Probably because he had to do damage control for his reputation…or he was still embarrassed that his younger brother had to fix the mistake he made. Either way—Gerald walked into view, shaking his fist and raging all over. He looked like an overripe tomato in a microwave that was about to explode. “You—you—how dare you?!”Lucien tipped his head back, let the bourbon wash down his throat, placed the glass down and walked into the open. He wasn’t going to let good alcohol go to waste, especially when it was a gift from one of the committee members he met with days ago, on behalf of Green Hill. “Hasn’t anyone taught you basic manners, brother?” He drawled. “You don’t storm into someone’s house, stuttering and spitting

Eveline Eveline bolted up and out of bed, with barely seconds to spare as she dashed to the bathroom, before everything came hurling out of her stomach. She grabbed the round edges of the toilet seat, her head bent halfway into the bowl as she heaved—and heaved, her entire body shaking. It felt like her intestines and every other organ were finding an exit way through her mouth. The bile burned her throat and left a horrible taste in her mouth—But it felt a bit better when she managed to pull herself off the floor and stagger to the sink, splashing water over her face. Her head was throbbing. She pressed two fingers into her forehead, trying to quiet the drumming there while her eyes struggled to focus on her reflection in the mirror overlooking the sink. Hell…how much did she have to drink last night? She shut her eyes to try to remember, but most of the previous night’s events were hazy. She recalled hanging out in the break room because she was hungry—and Jeremy coming in.