Lucas was like a statue, his back against the wall and his phone in hand.

"How are you still here?" Larissa asked. She thought that he had left long ago.

Lucas stowed his phone back into his pocket and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I thought that your gown would not be cleaned so easily…" His eyes glanced over to Larissa's bosom as he spoke, and when he saw the unchanged red stain, his expression shifted.

"I'm familiar with the owner of this villa. I can help you borrow a fresh set of clothes…"

"I appreciate your kind offer, but that won't be necessary," Larissa refused him with a smile. "Something came up, and I'll be leaving now."

"Huh?" Lucas' eyes widened. "Are you leaving on your own? Or leaving with Mr. Rogers?"

When Kevan came in, he was present too. It was difficult to not notice them with such a huge commotion, but considering the crowd that surrounded them earlier, he did not bother to join in.

His purpose in waiting for Larissa was not only to just get her