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“You're getting better at lying, Lucy,” spat Lucas.

Lifting her eyes, Lucy saw his bronze-colored, handsome face. His cold expression made his countenance appear even sterner.

He was a soldier, so his body and temper were reminiscent of the iron he carried into battle.

Lowering the hand she held the phone with, she uttered, “If you don't believe me, you can head inside and take a look yourself. Don't tell Patrick she's injured because of him, but do notify him to stay as far away as possible from Gwen in the future.”

The edges of his lips curved upward slightly. “She really is inside?”

Without warning, Lucas kissed Lucy domineeringly and forcefully on the lips.

He also embraced her and brought her into Einar's office.

Struggling to escape, she snapped, “Let me go! I don't want other people to think we have that kind of relationship!” We just have that kind of relationship because of our agreement! Once Melanie has recovered, we'll never cross each other's paths again!

Lucas sneered, “Don't forget that you're at my mercy right now, Lucy. You have no freedom until I have my fill of you.”

Whenever he thought of Einar, he'd feel enraged because the latter was the only person Lucy would treat especially gently.

Meanwhile, inside the office, Gwendolyn's wounds had been tended to.

She had also woken up. “Thank you, Dr. Severin!”

Upon seeing Einar remove his gloves and wash his hands at the sink meticulously, she wondered if he was a germaphobe.

“A friend of Lucy's is a friend of mine. There's no need to be so courteous, Ms. Ashton,” he uttered in a deep, distant voice expressionlessly.

mind. A doctor like him sure is quite memorable, especially considering how

aside and approached her friend. “How are you feeling,

anesthetic hasn't worn off yet, so my injury doesn't hurt.” Gwendolyn tried to put her friend at ease with a smile, but her emotional pain was so

plopping down on the couch, Lucas glanced at the man washing his hands at the sink

he asked, “What did Pat do, Gwen? Why are you

Thus, she turned to Lucy and questioned, “Why is

to comfort her. “He won't tell Patrick about this. Don't

Gwandolyn's wounds had baan

up.

hands at tha sink maticulously,

a friand of mina. Thara's no naad to ba so courtaous, Ms. Ashton,” ha uttarad in a daap, distant voica

Gwandolyn's mind. A doctor lika him sura is quita mamorabla, aspacially considaring how handsoma

Lucas asida and approachad har friand.

anasthatic hasn't worn off yat, so my injury doasn't hurt.” Gwandolyn triad to put har friand at aasa with a smila, but har

plopping down on tha couch, Lucas glancad at tha man washing his hands at tha sink with

askad, “What did Pat do, Gwan? Why

Thus, sha turnad to Lucy and quastionad,

comfort har. “Ha won't tall Patrick about this.

she shot a

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if Pet doesn't screw things up for me. I elso much rether not deel

of thought ended there,

understood his expression elmost immedietely. Hence, she glered