His tone was calm as if it were a casual question, but I saw panic in his eyes... and resentment? His hand unconsciously clenched, then slowly relaxed, as if trying to grasp something, yet letting go feebly.
I ignored him, leading Oliver downstairs.
“Stop gossiping!” Lucas stood at the doorway, his gaze icy, making Kaitlyn shudder. “Alice and I are just friends! I'm recuperating here. What business is it of yours?” His voice was frigid.
Kaitlyn's face instantly paled. She hadn't expected Lucas to defend me like this. She stared at me, venom practically spilling from her eyes. “Alice, you're really something, finding such a ‘good friend’ to back you up!” Each word seemed squeezed through gritted teeth, sharp and acrimonious.
Lucas abruptly stood, snatching a small knife from the table,
