He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 134

Lucas pulled his gaze away, his tone shifting back to something gentle, though layered with an undeniable authority. "Intermission is almost over. Let's go."

Sienna acted as if the voice had snapped her back to reality. She scrambled out of Grant's embrace, her movements laced with a chaotic mix of panic and hesitation.

Halfway to the door, she cast one final look back at Grant. Her eyes were a masterpiece of lingering attachment, profound struggle, and deeply buried agony.

Then, she lowered her head and hurried over to Lucas.

The two walked out side by side, neither bothering to spare Grant another glance.

Grant stared fiercely at their retreating backs, his hands balling into tight fists.

"Grant."

Lyla's voice drifted from behind him, soft and laced with perfectly calculated concern.

"Don't let her fool you." She tugged urgently at his sleeve. "Everything she just said was an act!"

"She's just stringing you along, trying to keep you obsessed with her so she feels like a prize!"

Lyla grew more agitated with every word, tears pooling in her eyes.

"She's hooked a man like Lucas, but she doesn't want to lose her grip on you. She's just getting off on the vanity of having two men fighting over her!"

"Grant, you have to see through this."

Grant didn't say a word, listening intently to her rant.

His eyes were downcast, his expression unreadable. His silence gave Lyla a rising sense of triumph.

She knew it. If she pushed hard enough, Grant would listen. After all, Sienna's little stunt had clearly been a manipulative power play.

But a second later, Grant suddenly lifted his head.

The gloom in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by the brilliant spark of a man who had just experienced a profound epiphany.

"I understand now."

Lyla blinked. "What?"

"She's doing this to protect me."

Grant murmured the words, his tone laced with relief—and an overwhelming sense of being deeply moved.

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