Chapter 10

"Can't say."

Lucas leaned back in his seat, a roguish smile on his lips: "She's married, it wouldn't be good for her if I said her name."

Ethan was silent for a moment.

When he spoke again, he still sounded half skeptical:

"Seriously, are you just messing with me, or is this for real?"

"I've known you for so long, how come I never heard a peep about this?"

"You kept your secrets just as well." Lucas laughed coldly: "Besides, is it something to be proud of?"

"That's true." Ethan sounded a bit sheepish.

"I'm hanging up, we'll catch up another time."

"Alright, don't let me interrupt your romantic night."

After hanging up, he started the car and asked me: "What do you want to eat?"

I looked out at the night through the car window, my mind still in a jumble.

I had overheard most of their conversation just now.

But I didn't really believe it.

Lucas came from a good family and had a proud personality.

He was uniquely arrogant and unrestrained in the city.

His grandfather had beaten him with a cane more than a few times.

If he really liked someone, he wouldn't just watch her get married.

I couldn't figure out why he would make up such a lie.

But, it had nothing to do with me anyway.

Between us, this was probably our only brief encounter.

"Let's go to the area near C University. There's a food street there I loved when I was in school."

"Alright."

As he stepped on the gas, Lucas glanced at me again: "Fasten your seatbelt."

I hurriedly looked down to check.

My loose hair fell forward, swaying gently and landing on his arm.

I reached up to brush my hair back.

But suddenly I noticed a white camellia hair tie in the center console storage.

It looked very familiar.

Because I had a pair of hair ties just like that.

I had lost one of them later.

But these hair ties weren't anything special.

They had been trendy online for a while last year.

So it was probably just left behind by one of Lucas' female companions.

I slowly straightened up, calmly looking ahead.

But I couldn't help raising my hand to brush my slightly swollen lips with the back of my hand.

But his kissing earlier had been so clumsy.

I don't know why such strange thoughts popped into my head.

I couldn't help but shake my head in self-mockery.

What did it have to do with me anyway?

Tonight was just an indulgent dream I had.

"Olivia."

"Hm?"

"Don't you have any questions you want to ask me?"