Chapter 4The Secret Love of Lucas Reed

Lucas was very short of money.

And what I had most on me was money.

I hired him with a high salary to tutor me after school.

Avoiding Vivian deliberately every day.

This time, I didn't want to see Lucas break his legs again.

Just because after marrying him, even though he didn't love me and often bickered with me, he never treated me badly.

Knowing I married him just to save my dad's company from bankruptcy, he still agreed immediately.

After arriving at the library, Lucas seemed a bit uncomfortable.

His long eyelashes drooped lazily, slender fingertips gently rubbing his brow.

I opened the book and asked gossipy:

"Do you like the girl who confessed to you that day?"

Lucas lowered his eyes, emotions unreadable.

"Why ask this?"

I shook my head and opened my pencil case.

"Nothing, just wanted to tell you."

"No matter how much you like her, you must put your own safety first in the future."

Consider it advice to Lucas.

Lucas's black eyes were calm, seemingly not understanding what I wanted to say.

At this moment, somehow, a feeling of despicability rose in my heart.

Maybe in my eyes, Vivian wasn't a good person.

But what if in Lucas's heart, Vivian was worth everything?

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, I pointed randomly at a physics problem.

"Let's not talk nonsense."

"I don't know this problem, can you explain it to me?"

Lucas picked up a pen, glanced at the question, and started writing on the scratch paper.

Patiently explaining the formulas needed for each step.

Snow was falling outside the window, and the knuckles of his hand holding the pen were frozen red.

Several chilblains grew on his slender and beautiful hands.

"Okay okay, I understand."

I quickly snatched the pen from his hand and stuffed a hand warmer into Lucas's arms.

He was stunned.

After recovering, he only dared to put his hands on the outer layer for warmth.

Was Lucas this obedient in his youth?

Then the chatty Lucas I married must be fake, right?

After finishing one, I pointed randomly at another problem in the book.

"I don't know this physics problem either, Lucas, help me look at it."

Lucas picked up the pen and asked casually while explaining: "Didn't you say you hate physics the most?"

After speaking, he seemed to feel it was inappropriate, and added "Heard you complaining to friends every day".

I lowered my eyes.

"I want to test into a university abroad, to find a friend."

The pen of the person opposite stopped abruptly, knuckles turning white.

Lucas frowned, his expression suddenly turned cold.

He put down the pen, voice cold: "I can't do the rest."

Me: ???

Liar, I just saw him finish this problem in three minutes.

And you are an academic god.

Are you kidding!!

Just like ten years later, Lucas's temper always comes out of nowhere.

I never understood him.

The atmosphere was a bit cold, my phone on the table suddenly rang twice.

It was a message from Michael.

"Sam, I'm returning to the States the day after tomorrow."

"Come pick me up, okay?"