Evelyn stood calmly, her face still adorned with a sly, satisfied smile. With graceful movements, she slowly walked toward the door. But before crossing the threshold, she paused in front of Lena, who stood frozen with fiery eyes and clenched fists.
"Oh, Lena... you look so adorable when you're angry," Evelyn said teasingly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "But believe me, this isn't entirely Lucas's fault. Men like him just need a little... push."
Lena glared at Evelyn, her eyes blazing as if she was about to pounce. But Evelyn only chuckled softly before striding out with an elegant step, leaving behind the sharp scent of expensive perfume that lingered in Lena's nose.
Lena stood at the doorway, her eyes wide, her face flushed with rage. Her breathing was heavy, and her fists trembled at her sides, barely holding back the firestorm of emotions inside her.