“Aria, how can you be like this—”
Evangeline was about to put on that aggrieved, self-justifying act again, but when her gaze swept over my hand lifting once more, the words that had already reached her lips were as if forcibly cut off. She swallowed them back down.
She obediently shut her mouth.
Yet in that instant, I clearly caught the flash of malice that passed through her eyes.
Lucas stood there, looking at me.
It was as if he wanted to step closer—if only to say one more word to me—but didn’t dare to actually come over. All he could do was look at me with eyes tangled with pain and helplessness.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke with difficulty.
“Aria, you’re not very emotionally stable today.”
His voice was hoarse. “In a few days… I’ll come see you again.”
