Seven Years a Shadow: The Stand-In's Escape novel Chapter 75

“But, you would definitely remember someone you had a crush on.”

Lucas’s gaze suddenly turned dangerous. “Who did you have a crush on in high school?”

I shut my mouth.

He carried me to the bed.

I felt like a lamb waiting for the butcher’s blade.

“Miss Isabella Green, I’ll give you three minutes to think carefully. Don’t lie to me.”

He began to undress, slowly.

Suit jacket, tossed away.

Vest, tossed away.

Shirt...

I reminded him. “We’re in someone else’s shop.”

Lucas chuckled lightly. “I’ve already asked for permission. If it bothers you, I’ll go buy the place.”

“But…” I had a ton of things I wanted to say.

But when I met his dark gaze, I couldn’t say anything.

“Forget it, do whatever you want.”

He was in a bad mood, so I didn’t want to provoke him.

Maybe it was because the child in my womb sensed the danger. My maternal instinct kicked in, and I instinctively protected my belly.

Maybe I wouldn’t need an abortion; maybe it wouldn’t survive tonight.

I wonder if a miscarriage hurts.

My chest felt tight and uncomfortable.

I closed my eyes and decided to play the ostrich.

After a long wait, I didn’t hear any movement from Lucas.

I opened my eyes and saw that his brows were furrowed, his eyes dark and murky.

“Isabella, I didn’t lie to you.”

What was he talking about?

I was a little confused by his meaning.

Confused or not, I just responded, “I know.”

He didn’t say anything more, but leaned down and wrapped me in a towel.

“Don’t catch a cold. We’ll talk about this when we get home.”

Lucas carried me out of the spa.

Damn it, he doesn’t like Emily, so what does that mean for me?

I held my phone, the frustration from the other day returning.

In the car, I played with my phone and looked outside, but I couldn’t settle my mind.

The frustration lingered until he took me back to that minimalist, cold-looking house.

Lucas didn’t like to buy things, and the house hadn’t changed in the five years since.

The only signs that a second person lived here were the extra slippers by the door and the cartoon water cup on the table.

When I stepped inside, I couldn’t tell if it was five years ago or five years later.

He grabbed a cup of warm water.

I sipped from the cup.

He didn’t say anything, just watched me from the side.

For a moment, I forgot how I had interacted with him before.