Lucien did not speak again. He stood there for a moment while staring at Evelyn as the desperation in his eyes slowly drained away. Luka immediately felt the shift between them.
“Lucien…” he called cautiously.
“Understood,” Lucien firmly answered with his hands clenched into fists, as if keeping his own temper in check.
It was the only word he gave her.
Then he turned and walked out.
The door closed behind him with a soft click, but the calm in his steps did not reach his thoughts. Each word Evelyn had spoken echoed relentlessly in his mind, repeating until his chest felt tight with sharp and suffocating emotions. After what he had given up to finding her, she had chosen the man who broke her. The man who left her. No. This wasn’t right. Evelyn was exhausted, vulnerable, clinging to
