The Queen Returns And She’s Unforgiving

Chapter 167

Evelyn's reaction was somewhat intense. Despite her calm expression, the

instinctive resistance and the motion of swatting away Lucas' hand were purely out of reflex.

Lucas paused.

In the warm orange glow, his dark eyes were cold yet deep. He didn't miss the subtle changes in Evelyn's emotions. He withdrew his hand and said, "Alright, you cover yourself up."

Turning away, Lucas sat down on the leather couch nearby. He reached for a cigarette, but as he brought the lighter to his lips, he furrowed his brows and returned the cigarette to its pack.

Evelyn didn't refuse the medicine. She tossed the pills he brought into her mouth, followed by a gulp of water to swallow them.

But Lucas noticed she didn't touch the sour gummies on the nightstand.

After all, they had been married for three years, and Evelyn's health wasn't exactly great. She often suffered from headaches and fevers. Whenever she took medicine, she would hesitate for a long time. She hated the bitterness, the dryness, and the difficulty of swallowing it.

To take a single pill, she would often need to have several pieces of dried fruit or candy.

even glance at the sour gummies. She

become so

ring on her mind. She looked at Lucas directly and said plainly, "I came back today to discuss something with you. Can you sell

then did Lucas lazily look

his meaning, gripped her hands tightly and said urgently, "I'll pay whatever price it

your money?" Lucas' lips curved in a slight sneer, his eyes as dark as

she could speak, the door was pushed open and Maria entered softly, asking,

up, she visibly relaxed. "Evie, are you still feeling unwell? Lucas came

on her mind, and she hadn't slept well either as she had been concerned about how Evelyn

been worried. "Grandma, I'm fine now. It's still so early in the

genuinely concerned for her, but at her age, she

I don't need as much sleep these days. It's good to get up and stretch a bit. You went to bed so

9:00 pm and hadn't eaten anything since

and said, "Then I'll have someone make

Grant Manor did shifts, so there was always

said softly, "I'm sorry for making you worry,