Chapter 87

Evelyn's mind went blank for a moment. Lucas' breath carried the scent of alcohol as it brushed against her lips. She was completely caught off guard—until she realized he was trying to pry them open. A jolt of awareness shot through her, and she abruptly pushed him away. She scrambled to her feet and quickly straightened her disheveled nightgown. Her eyes turned cold. "Lucas, you're drunk. I'm not Tiffany." Lucas, momentarily stunned by her push, slowly opened his eyes. As he took in her displeased expression, the haze in his deep-set gaze gradually cleared, and his brows drew together. It seemed he hadn't expected this turn of events, especially not Evelyn's expression. His eyes flicked around the room before he sat up, rubbing his temples. His voice was still slightly hoarse. "What time is it?" Evelyn's heart was still racing. It had been a long time since she had been this physically close to him, and it felt uncomfortable. More than that, their relationship was no longer