Watching Michele in pain and suffering was hard for Lucas too. Although he had no feelings for her,
they had grown up together. Seeing Michele caught in a whirlwind of emotions, he couldn't do anything
about it, but at the same time, he blamed himself for not seeing Michele's feelings for him.
Lucas was quite slow when it came to feelings. If it wasn't for Yasmeen's persistent pursuit over the
years, he wouldn't have had any feelings at all.
Falling in love was too troublesome and tiring.
Wouldn't it be better for them to be friends?
But the thought of being friends with Yasmeen repelled Lucas subconsciously.
Well, she had been silently planted in his heart like a seed, which was terrible.
But luckily, it was her!
Lucas was slightly distracted.
Michele noticed it too and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Lucas, I hate you!"
With that, Michele ran off.
Lucas's brow furrowed. He sighed in his heart and quickly sent a message to Edison.
"Michelle got pissed off by me and ran away. You go find her and make sure nothing happens to her."
Edison froze slightly when he saw the message and then became a little angry.
"Lucas, you knew she was irritated and you let her run out? What were you thinking?"
"I don't like her, so I won't give her a shred of hope. Edison, the only way she'll give me up for good is if
I break her heart, and you have a chance. I know your heart aches for her, so stay with her. It's okay for
you to be my brother-in-law."
Seeing Lucas's words, Edison was shocked and blushed a little.
He had always thought that he had hidden his feelings for Michele well, but he had never thought that
Lucas would be able to see it.
"Thanks, Lucas. You can hurt her as much as you want. I can't wait to see you being plucked from her
heart."
Lucas suddenly frowned.
Edison was simply a little silly.
He put the phone down but was still a little worried.
Michele had come in her car. Would it be dangerous for her to drive in this mood?
Uncle Morty had been good to him over the years, and he really treated Michele like a sister.
Yasmeen came downstairs at some point. Looking at Lucas' worried look, she suddenly felt a little
uncomfortable. But then she remembered how much Lucas trusted and defended her, and she was
relieved.
In this emotional game with Michele, it was clear that she had won.
A woman who won must also have the grace and decency to do so.
She walked over and took Lucas's hand, then said softly, "If you're really worried, let's follow her
behind."
"You're not angry?"
Lucas was a little taken aback.
Yasmeen was instantly happy.
Having Lucas say that was enough, wasn't it?
"Angry about what? Didn't you say you just think of her as your sister? And you'd be upset if she had
an accident because of you, right? So I, as her future sister-in-law, will go with you!"
Looking at Yasmeen's mischievous look, Lucas couldn't help but smile.
"Then I might not be able to accompany you to buy clothes."
"What do you mean by accompanying me? Isn't it buying clothes for you? Besides, clothes can be
bought anytime, but your sister won't have much contact with you once she gets married in the future.
So as a brother, you'd better hurry up and go."
With that, Yasmeen took Lucas's hand and walked out the door.
Depression filled Michele's chest as she exited the door. She stepped on the accelerator and the car
drove off as if it had flown.
Lucas frowned slightly when he heard Yasmeen say, "Sit tight."
Then she stepped on the accelerator and the car flew off too.
Lucas didn't react much, gave Yasmeen a casual glance, and said calmly, "Nice driving skills."
"Of course! I've learned from a famous race car driver. I'm not bragging. I even went racing at night and
didn't even place lower than the top three. Am I awesome?"
Lucas smiled, but his eyes got a little colder.
Unfortunately, Yasmeen didn't see it.
She followed Michelle with her full attention and was a little confused when she saw Michelle's car pull
up on the road.
"Michele is actually parked randomly on the side of the road. What am I going to do?"
"Turn left ahead."
Lucas commanded, and without any hesitation, Yasmeen drove past Michele's car and turned left in
front of it, then braked hard and saw Lucas quickly get out of the car.
She turned off the engine and followed Lucas out of the car before realizing that Lucas was actually
eavesdropping!
"Lucas, you ..."
"Shhh ..."
Lucas suddenly turned around and his lips almost touched Yasmeen's. His warm breath blew against
her face and made her feel tingly. Yasmeen looked at him with a hint of indescribable anticipation and
excitement, and her eyes were so bright that he was lost in them.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lucas reached out and just poked her in the head with his finger, which instantly took away all of
Yasmeen's flirtatious thoughts.
This bad guy!
Yasmeen pouted but strangely pleased Lucas.
As if addicted, he poked Yasmeen with his finger again, but this time, he poked her face.
"Lucas, you want to die, don't you?"
Yasmeen was getting a little annoyed.
He was getting to be a pain in the ass!
She swung her fist, but Lucas took it in his hand and brought her into his arms. The pounding heartbeat
immediately traveled down the fist and into Yasmeen's ears.
One after the other, it became more and more rapid.
Suddenly, all Yasmeen's irritation was washed away, and instead, there was a touch of sweetness.
She couldn't help but lean into Lucas' body. Feeling his masculine scent, she instantly didn't want to
move.
He was too charming.
Yasmeen muttered in her mind when she heard faint, suppressed cries coming from outside. She
couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
Michele was crying?
No?
Yasmeen tried to poke her head out to have a look, but Lucas pushed her right back.
"Let me take a look!"
"If Michele was the one who won today, would you show her what you look like now?"
Lucas' voice was not loud, but it made Yasmeen freeze.
Just kidding!
If she had lost Lucas today, it would have broken her heart to see Lucas taking good care of Michele,
not to mention crying.
Thinking of this, she felt Michele was pretty miserable right now!
A flash of sympathy surfaced in Yasmeen's heart, but she suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
"Lucas, what do you mean? You feel sorry for her?"
"Yes!"
This time, Lucas did not retort but responded promptly.
Yasmeen suddenly felt as if her heart was clogged with cotton, and she couldn't breathe.
What did Lucas mean by this?
Didn't he promise to spoil her alone?
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