Chapter 5

When I returned to the house Lucas and I shared, it was Claire who opened the door.

She was wearing the couple's fluffy slippers we had bought together, and on her body was my favorite silk camisole nightgown.

Lucas heard the commotion and came out from the kitchen, still holding a spoon. He was very surprised to see me.

"...Summer, why are you back?"

I laughed coldly, "If I hadn't come back, I wouldn't have seen such an exciting scene."

"It rained heavily yesterday, Claire just came to shelter from the rain. It was too late so she stayed over, don't overthink it," Lucas frowned, his tone stiff. I knew this was his expression when he felt guilty.

"If I had come back a little later, would you two have slept together?"

"You really misunderstood, Lucas and I... we really don't have anything..." Claire jumped in before Lucas could speak, her hand seemingly unconsciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. I naturally noticed the red mark on her neck.

It was just a provocation tactic. Did she think I would hysterically argue like her previous opponents, letting her reap the benefits?

I directly pushed past the two standing at the door, locked them out, and started packing my belongings, ignoring their constant knocking.

This house was bought with a down payment I managed to scrape together when I got lucky with stocks right after graduation. To save on expenses, Lucas and I moved in as soon as it was renovated, thinking it would be our marital home. Now it's just convenient to kick him out.

When I first bought the house, I had thought about adding Lucas's name, but at that time he had just graduated and wasn't well off. Later when Lucas asked to add his name, it was always delayed for various reasons. Now it seems even the heavens didn't think he was worthy.

After the knocking continued for a while, my phone rang. It was Lucas's good friend, Mark.

I didn't have a deep impression of him, we had only eaten together a few times. Unlike Lucas's subtle thoughts, his intentions were written all over his face. The first time we met, that blatant appraising look made me very uncomfortable.

I knew with my foot that this call was to speak for Lucas. I had been traveling for two weeks and Lucas couldn't contact me, but now he was just locked outside, and this call came so quickly.

"Hey? Summer, I can vouch for Lucas, he and Claire really don't have anything going on. No matter how angry you are, you can't lock people out in the cold, what will the neighbors think?" Mark's frivolous voice came from the other end of the phone.

"They know what they did. If they dare to do it, are they afraid of others knowing? Tell Lucas we're done. I'll put all his things at the door tomorrow, not missing a single item."

With that, I hung up the phone. The journey had left me quite tired, so I went straight to sleep.