Lucas' gaze remained cool and detached. His thoughts seemed to conceal something Evelyn couldn't decipher, and he gave nothing away. His deep eyes lingered faintly. He was neither avoiding her nor staring at her.
He was as steady as a mountain—even with a beautiful woman laid almost bare before him.
Evelyn rarely wore such outfits in the past. He vaguely recalled that.
Evelyn was caught off guard by the situation. She had assumed the hot springs would be empty at this late hour, but her confusion lasted only a couple of seconds before she reacted. She quickly grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around herself.
Her face showed no embarrassment. Instead, there was just a hint of awkwardness and irritation.
She turned to leave almost immediately without a moment's hesitation.
"Stay."
From behind, Lucas spoke slowly.
Evelyn glanced back. He was already standing. He said calmly, "I'll go."
She considered it, thinking that if he left, she didn't need to disrupt her plans or back down. Thus, she stepped aside, waiting for him to gather his things and leave.
Even in the hot springs, Lucas wasn't shirtless; he wore a simple white tee. His right arm revealed a recently healed scar, which was still striking and raw. He had a towel draped over his arm.
Evelyn had no intention of prying about the "medal of love" he had earned for Tiffany. But after having a soak in the hot springs, the wet fabric clung to his body, outlining his lean, sculpted muscles.
Even so, Evelyn didn't bat an eye. She had no interest in looking, so she turned her body slightly. She had always known Lucas had an impressive physique. His disciplined lifestyle and good genes ensured that.
But now, it meant nothing. He might as well be a slab of meat.
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