The Queen Returns—And She's Unforgiving novel 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 understood. He was talking about that night when they had been intimate.

A chill ran down her spine. She was momentarily stunned, unable to believe what she had just heard. So, this was his way of warning her—telling her not to overstep, provoke Tiffany, or cause any misunderstandings.

"It was a mistake for you, and an inconvenience for me. You don't need to worry, Mr. Grant." She met his gaze, making her stance unmistakably clear. They could both go on with their lives, no strings attached.

Lucas studied her for a moment. Under the cool night sky, his expression seemed even more unreadable. After a brief pause, he withdrew his gaze. "Good."

With that, he said nothing more and started to walk away. Evelyn quickly spoke up. "Do you have time on the 24th? It's my mom's third—"