The Queen Returns—And She's Unforgiving novel Chapter 35

Evelyn caught a faint trace of a familiar scent in the air. Weak and disoriented, she lifted her head only to be met with Lucas' dark eyes.

His expression was almost devoid of any emotion.

Yet, his gaze carried a weight that made Evelyn feel utterly exposed—like he could see right through her.

It was as if he thought she had orchestrated this on purpose.

"Sorry," Evelyn murmured through clenched teeth as she struggled to get up. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Pain overwhelmed her, leaving her limbs increasingly weak.

"Do you need me to carry you?" Lucas asked, his tone indifferent and distant, as though he was nothing more than a bystander.

Evelyn sensed the change in the way people were looking at her.

It was as though she was deliberately putting on a show by choosing the most powerful man present.

"Ms. Reed, his girlfriend is right here. Are you incapable of standing on your own?" Mason sneered, his tone laced with mockery.

Tiffany watched Evelyn with a calm expression. She was neither angry nor upset, as if she was simply watching a joke unfold.

Jason, however, frowned. Unlike the others, he noticed that Evelyn really didn't look well.

Just as he was about to speak, Mason suddenly gasped. "Tiffany, were you scalded?"

The room fell silent.

At that moment, Evelyn felt someone pushing at her lower back and forcing her away. She barely managed to steady herself against the table to avoid falling.

Lucas had already turned his attention to Tiffany, his brows furrowing. "You got scalded?"

Tiffany raised her hand, revealing a red mark on her fair skin. She cast a fleeting glance at Evelyn and said lightly, "It's not a big deal. I'm not someone who makes a mountain out of a molehill."

Evelyn noticed the look of concern on Lucas' face—concern that wasn't meant for her.

She calmly withdrew her gaze, gritting her teeth to keep herself from collapsing.

"Are you really not feeling well?" At some point, Jason had come up to her, a complex expression on his face. "Do you need help—"

Evelyn didn't manage to hear the rest. Her vision darkened, and her legs gave way.

"Evelyn!"

Several voices rang in her ears, but she couldn't tell who was calling out to her before she lost consciousness.

Sebastian moved first. He caught her before she hit the floor, his expression grim as he carried her out of the room.

The situation quickly descended into chaos.

Jason pulled back the hand that he had almost used to support Evelyn.

Lucas' gaze lingered on the door for a long time. A trace of deep contemplation flickered across his otherwise cold, sharp features.