บท 393: Scared

And yet, Lucien would not even look at her, but simply spoke," I have to get back to the office now. I'll see you later. Goodnight."

As Lucien made a move to leave, Evana's fingers instinctively clung to the corner of his jacket, a silent plea in her eyes. The material strained, forcing Lucien to come to an abrupt stop. In the room, a weighty silence hung in the air, covered with Evana's confusion and Lucien's coldness.

Her voice, a delicate blend of vulnerability and determination, broke the silence, "Lucien, please, don't go."

Lucien let out a weary sigh, weariness etched across his posture, yet he made no attempt to break free or turn to look at her. But Evana was encouraged. Whatever it was that was causing this distance could probably be resolved.