The sky was drizzled with a fine mist, and the neon lights sprinkled on his shoulders, his face hidden in the shadows. Amanda Jenkins couldn't clearly see his expression, nor could she guess his emotions at that moment, anxiously stepping back.
Lucas Griffin strode towards her and suddenly draped his suit jacket over Amanda's shoulders.
Amanda shivered slightly, biting her lip and not daring to look up at him.
If before, at Mr. Griffin's birthday banquet, his purchase of her designs for a high price was considered meddling, or if his going to the police station to bail her out was also meddling.
Then today...
It was Lucas Griffin who had saved her.
Her confidence had been drained, and she didn't know how to face him.
Lucas sighed softly.
Seeing her small face crumpled into a ball, an appearance of wronged guilt combined with bewilderment, his anger, even if substantial, subdued.
This evening, she was betrayed by a trusted friend, her heart undoubtedly not at ease.