Chapter 92

After dinner, Lucas went outside to take a call. Evelyn waited a few minutes before following him out. He was smoking in the walkway. She pulled her coat tighter around herself as she walked over. "Do you have a moment?" She wanted to talk to him about attending Naomi's memorial. Seeing her approach, Lucas moved his cigarette away before putting it out altogether. "How long have you been standing there?" He looked her over with a scrutinizing gaze. Evelyn immediately understood what he meant. He must have been on the phone with Tiffany. "Not long. I came out right after you hung up." She exhaled lightly, keeping her tone indifferent. Lucas finally lifted his gaze and slipped one hand into his pocket. Then, in a casual manner, he said, "That night—I was drunk." Evelyn froze, not understanding what he meant. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he continued in an unhurried tone. "I assume you won't make a fuss about it, will you?" Her mind buzzed, and in an instant, she und