Page 77 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
He didn’t even glance at her. His seething eyes locked on Amelia.
“Who told you it was okay to talk to her like that?” he growled, eyes dark with fury.
Amelia blinked rapidly, her breath caught in her throat. “I-I was saying it foryourgood, Lucas,” she stammered, shrinking under his stare. “She causes so much trouble, and you’ve been under so much stress, I just wanted her to——”
“I didn’t ask for your help.” Every word came out cold and sharp. “If you ever come between me and her again, I’ll make sure your name disappears from every room I walk into.”
Amelia’s face paled. Her arms dropped to her sides, fingers twitching. “Okay,” she whispered, eyes wide.
Then Lucas turned to Emily. The shift in him was instant—his rage tucked away, replaced by a softer, pleading look.
“I didn’t tell her where you work,” he said, stepping closer. “I didn’t know she’d show up here. I didn’t bring her.”
Emily let out a breath and rolled her eyes, arms folding tightly across her chest. “I don’t care.”
He stepped in front of her, lowering his voice. “Emily… these things happen between couples. Misunderstandings. Jealousy. That doesn’t mean we throw everything away. Let’s talk. Just you and me. Somewhere quiet. We can fix this.”
She took a quick step back, lifting a hand between them like a barrier. “I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to fix anything. I already told you—I want to break up. Why is that so hard for you to understand?”
Lucas stood frozen.
His breath caught. His fingers twitched slightly by his side, as if resisting the urge to reach for her.
Just behind him, Amelia’s eyes gleamed. She quickly turned her face away to hide the grin stretching her lips. Her fingers clutched around her purse like she could barely contain her excitement.
Then Amelia took a slow step forward. Her voice was soft, calculated.
“I know you don’t like me, Emily,” she said, placing a hand over her chest. “But don’t throw away your relationship with Lucas because of me. Even when you tried to humiliate me in public with your smear campaign… even when you accused me of stealing designs, I stayed silent. I never retaliated. I never said asingle bad word about you. So maybe just… try to be a little more understanding? Lucas is really trying so hard to be good to you.”
Emily’s lips twitched into a cold smile. Her gaze sharpened as she tilted her head slightly. “A smear campaign?” she repeated with a mocking laugh. “Was anything I said that night a lie, Amelia?”
Amelia’s face turned ghostly pale.
She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Her throat tightened as Emily’s words pierced the air like knives. Emily had never spoken about the incident after that night—just walked away from the party without saying a word. After all, Emily had also stolen those designs from ‘Empress’ and claimed them as her own to impress Lucas. Amelia had assumed her silence meant guilt. But now…
‘Is she bluffing? Or is she just trying to make me crack?’
Her heart thudded in her chest.
Lucas stepped between Emily and Amelia, wrapping an arm around Emily’s shoulder.
“Come with me,” he said, his tone firm as he gripped her.
But then he caught himself, recalling the pain she’d been through. Gently, he eased his hand down to her arm, careful not to cause discomfort. Without another word, his grip softened, and he guided her steadily toward the waiting car.
Emily didn’t want any more drama in front of Jacob’s company, especially as employees were still trickling out after a long day. So, silently, Emily followed Lucas to his car. He opened the door for her, his fingers brushing hers briefly as she slipped inside.
He slid in beside her, shutting the door with a soft click. The engine roared to life.
“Come here,” he said lowly, leaning toward her.
Emily recoiled instantly, her body stiffening as she pulled away. But Lucas was faster—his arm shot around her hips, pulling her hard against him. The sudden contact stole her breath.
Before she could react, he twisted her by the shoulders and effortlessly lifted her into his lap. Panic flashed in her eyes as she scrambled to get down, but he gripped her waist in a firm grip.
“Stay still,” he ordered, voice low but urgent. “I need to check something.”
His fingers found the fabric of her shirt and unbuttoned the first two buttons with careful movements. Emily’s hand shot up, grasping his wrist, trembling with both anger and disbelief.
