Chapter 167

Evelyn's reaction was somewhat intense. Despite her calm expression, the instinctive resistance and the motion of swatting away Lucas' hand were purely out of reflex. Lucas paused. In the warm orange glow, his dark eyes were cold yet deep. He didn't miss the subtle changes in Evelyn's emotions. He withdrew his hand and said, "Alright, you cover yourself up." Turning away, Lucas sat down on the leather couch nearby. He reached for a cigarette, but as he brought the lighter to his lips, he furrowed his brows and returned the cigarette to its pack. Evelyn didn't refuse the medicine. She tossed the pills he brought into her mouth, followed by a gulp of water to swallow them. But Lucas noticed she didn't touch the sour gummies on the nightstand. After all, they had been married for three years, and Evelyn's health wasn't exactly great. She often suffered from headaches and fevers. Whenever she took medicine, she would hesitate for a long time. She hated the bitterness, the dryness, a