No one knew how long Wendy had stood there.

She muttered under her breath, "I don't believe it. I will get back what we had. This isn't right—we were..."

"I used to like you so much… why? Why can’t things be like before? What’s the difference now?"

Her expression slowly twisted, the obedient facade she wore in front of Lucas completely gone. What remained was a gloomy, unsettling darkness.

Meanwhile, Lucas had returned to his room. As he passed by the guest room, he heard a faint sound inside. He paused, a sense of unease creeping into his chest.

Pushing the door open, he immediately saw Aurora inside, taking a shower. His eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple shifting with tension. We were the perfect pair. But before he could take another step inside, it suddenly hit him that Aurora had been acting strangely toward him. This wasn't how she usually treated him. Why was she sleeping in the guest room out of the blue? He thought it over, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t come up with a reason.

Aurora had just stepped out of the bathroom when she saw Lucas standing in the living room. Wearing a bathrobe, she didn’t react immediately.

“Get out. I’m going to bed.”

There was no expression on her face, and her voice remained calm. Lucas raised an eyebrow. Now he understood what was going on–she was definitely upset.

“Rora, what’s wrong? Weren’t we fine just yesterday?”

He took a slow step toward her, his tall frame casting a shadow under the ceiling light, making her appear even smaller and more delicate beneath him. But Aurora remained unmoved by his pitiful expression.

“Seriously? That’s my business. You don’t get to interfere.”

With a dismissive glance, she rolled her eyes and reached for the hair dryer, clearly not planning to deal with him any further. But Lucas, quick to catch on, grabbed the dryer first and made a show of offering, “Let me do it, Rora.”

Aurora looked at him, completely out of patience, her expression icy cold. “I said no.”

“Just leave. Don’t waste my time here,” she snapped, brows furrowed.

The moment she saw Lucas’ face, the image of him and Wendy in that room–so intimately close–flashed through her mind. What now? Finished entertaining one, so he came to coax the other? A bitter laugh echoed in her heart. Men really were all the same. Why had she expected anything different?

Chapter 187

Lucas saw the coldness in her eyes and felt something die inside him. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched tightly. He didn’t understand. They had just managed to smooth things over yesterday–how had it all suddenly fallen apart again? Taking a deep breath, he quickly stepped forward and pushed Aurora onto the bed, his body following close behind.

Why the sudden change in attitude?

His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense. His voice dropped low, “Rora, tell me what happened. Why the attitude?”

Aurora stared up at the handsome face before her, emotions surging violently inside. His lips were well-shaped, looking dangerously kissable. But all she could think about was whether those same lips had just kissed Wendy as well. The thought made her stomach churn. He had just been in another woman’s bedroom. Now here he was again, acting like this. What was this man even thinking?