The Queen Returns—And She's Unforgiving novel Chapter 62

Evelyn's mind raced for a moment before things became clear.

She had probably overreacted. She had already closed the document screen, so Lucas hadn't seen any of Flying Seal Group's core project details.

Still, her instincts told her that the way he had looked at her just now carried some unspoken emotion.

She didn't dwell on it. She turned off the light and went to bed. As for Lucas, she assumed he wouldn't be coming back.

...

She hadn't been asleep long when she heard the door open. Footsteps moved steadily across the room, unhurried.

She blinked awake in the darkness, her eyes adjusting just in time to see a tall figure moving toward the other side of the bed.

The mattress dipped slightly under his weight.

Even with the space between them, she could still catch the faint, familiar scent of cedarwood—Lucas' scent—mixed with the warmth of his skin. It was a scent that was impossible to ignore.

She froze. Lying on her side, her body went rigid, unmoving. Why hadn't he left? Why was he back?

Confusion swirled in her mind. They were getting divorced, and sharing a bed at this point felt almost absurd.

But Lucas didn't say a word. He didn't touch her. It wasn't long before his breathing evened out as if he had already drifted off like Evelyn wasn't even there.

Slowly, her tense nerves began to settle. It made sense—he was just keeping up appearances for Maria. That was the only reason he was here.

After all, Lucas had always been cold and distant with her. Even when they had slept together, it had been a duty, not a desire. He had never really wanted her. That thought was enough for Evelyn to finally let sleep pull her under.

...

The next morning, she was startled awake by the vibration of a phone next to her pillow. Still half-asleep, she reached for it and blindly swiped to answer. A woman's voice, soft and teasing, came through the speaker.

"Good morning, Lucas. Are you picking me up later?"

Evelyn snapped awake, the realization hitting her like a slap to the face.

"Lucas? Are you there? Is someone with you?" the woman on the phone asked, suspicion creeping into her tone.

Evelyn instinctively turned to glance at the person beside her.