“I don’t think there’s anything left for us to talk about,” Elaine said coolly, standing with her arms folded, her expression distant. “You do your thing. I’ll do mine. Like today. Isn’t that good enough? We can part ways amicably.”
Her words sliced through Lucas’s composure with uncanny precision.
She looked so detached and unaffected. It hit him that this wasn’t the same woman who used to wait up late for him with warm tea, or offer advice on his speeches, or fold his coat without being asked.
This Elaine had no warmth left for him.
“I rejected Ayla a long time ago, you know that.”
“It doesn’t matter if you allow her to become a key figure in your life anyway.”
He tried to maintain his usual apathy, but the silence pressed in around them, and for the first time,
