Chapter 3

The sofa was a mess.

Black lace underwear, torn black stockings.

There was even a condom with suspicious fluid on the floor.

The smell was depressing and nauseating.

My chest felt tight.

A good home now looked like a seedy place.

Lucas was too outrageous.

Bang bang bang.

I knocked hard on Lucas's bedroom door.

The one who opened the door was a scantily clad, sleepy-eyed girl.

When she saw me, she was like a startled little rabbit, hiding behind Lucas, her watery eyes blinking: "Lucas, I'm scared."

Scared my ass.

What did I do to scare you?

Lucas held her in his arms, his tone displeased: "Hazel, apologize."

???

The girl snuggled closer to Lucas, her voice barely audible: "Lucas, it's okay if sis doesn't want to, don't be angry with sis because of me."

She looked up at me again, timidly opening her mouth: "S-sis, don't be angry, it's okay if you don't apologize, I'm fine."

Wait.

This made me laugh out of anger.

"What did I say? From beginning to end, I didn't say a word, right? What are you two acting out here?"

Lucas's face didn't look good: "Then why did you come here so early in the morning?"

Damn.

I almost forgot the main point.

I told Lucas to pay attention to hygiene in the future and clean up in time.

After all, this is my home, the home I spent money and effort to decorate.

After hearing this, Lucas pulled the quilt down a bit, revealing his bare upper body.

He raised an eyebrow: "What? Jealous? Can't take it already?"

"I told you before, Hazel, you're just pretending too much. You're clearly not over me, but you're acting all magnanimous. Feeling uncomfortable now? You should..."

Lucas seemed to not understand human language, talking on his own.

My frown deepened.

The deeper I frowned, the more smug he became.

There was a disgusting feeling like my hand had been licked after slapping him.

Forget it, I don't want this house anymore.

As I was about to leave, Lucas called out to me.

"Are you going to find a place to cry in secret again?"

I stopped in my tracks.

In the past, whenever I saw Lucas with other women, I would secretly wipe away tears.

Now...

I waved my phone at him.

"Busy."

Lucas clearly didn't believe me: "Just keep pretending."

Until I put the call on speaker, and a deep, captivating male voice came through.

"Sis, when are you coming to keep me company?"

The smile on Lucas's face froze.

He stared at me intently, and after a while, he squeezed out a few words.

"Hazel, how dare you!"

Dare what?

Dare to find a man? Or dare to cuckold him?

The atmosphere was tense.

But his dear little sister couldn't read the situation and pretended to be surprised: "Ah? Lucas, what does sis mean?"

I smiled at her.

"It means exactly what you think it means. He's just like you, he likes numbers."

I replied to Jason's message in front of Lucas.

Then politely closed their bedroom door.

As I left, I only heard the muffled sound of something heavy falling on the floor.