Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 236

Lucas was stuck between dream and reality, reaching out for someone who just wasn't there—his arms came up empty.

He snapped awake in an instant.

In the dim, smoky glow of the booth, Lucas sat up from the couch and scanned the room.

He was all alone.

It felt like that wild, feverish freedom from last night had been nothing but a fleeting dream.

He fished his phone out and glanced at the clock.

It was already past three in the afternoon. He'd never cut loose like this before.

He rubbed his temples, bent down to scoop up his clothes from the floor, got dressed, and headed out of the booth.

From across the room, the manager of Midnight Vault came over to greet him.

"Mr. Westwood, did you sleep well? We've got some hangover soup ready—would you like a bow!?" the manager said eagerly.

Lucas slipped one hand into his pocket and said, "Sure, have that girl from last night—Nina—bring it over."

"Nina? She's only on our roster—she doesn't usually hang out here,’ the manager replied, sounding a little awkward.

Lucas frowned. Last night, Nina had acted like her life was tough, but after they hooked up, she left without even asking for money.

"Do you know where she lives?” Lucas asked.

The manager shook his head and said, “All the girls here work freelance—we don't get into their personal lives, and honestly, we have no clue where any of them live."

Lucas's frown deepened. He pressed, "Do you have her phone number?"

The manager shook his head again. He said, "Sorry, Mr. Westwood, we don't have her number."

Lucas hadn't expected the manager to be this clueless. The memory of Nina's pained, helpless expression last night flashed through his mind, along with the bloodstain he'd just spotted on the sofa.

He thought, ‘That was Nina's first time.

‘There's no way | can turn my back on her. | have to track her down and help her with her family's troubles.’

"If she ever comes back to Midnight Vault, call me right away. If | see her, I'll make it worth your while," Lucas said.

The manager beamed and said, "Got it, Mr. Westwood. You can count on me—l'll let you know the moment she shows up.”

Lucas strolled out of Midnight Vault, his steps light, almost weightless.

As soon as Lucas left, the manager dialed Nina's number. He said, "Mr.

Westwood was asking for you. | told him | couldn't reach you, so I'd just have to wait till you show up at Midnight Vault again."

He said, "| was working all night. I'm totally wiped right now—not in the mood to talk. I'm hitting the bed."

He walked right past Emily and headed upstairs.

Emily's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but then she suddenly spotted a fresh hickey lurking behind Lucas's ear—a mark that definitely wasn't hers.

Her eyes went wide, a furious tide of jealousy crashing through her and boiling in her chest.

She darted in front of Lucas, fixing him with an accusing glare. She pressed, “Lucas, did you really spend last night working overtime?"

Lucas let out a huff and shot back, "Where else would | have been?"

Seeing how cold he was, Emily figured he was still mad at her, and her heart sank.

Picking a fight with him right now would only end badly for her.

Emily bit back all her frustration, softly tugging at his sleeve. She said, "Lucas, please, don't be angry with me, okay? | really know | screwed up.”

Lucas pulled his arm away and said, "I'm wiped out. Let's talk after I've had some sleep."

With that, he brushed past Emily and headed straight upstairs.

Emily stared at Lucas's retreating, her fists clenching tighter and tighter by her sides. She thought, 'Who the hell left that mark behind his ear?