In the blink of an eye, the car came to a steady stop in front of a luxury boutique.
He brought her here... to buy clothes?
Cynthia thought back on the night's events. Lucien had been acting completely out of character—not only helping her out of a tight spot but also leaving Sandy behind to take her away, as if he genuinely cared about her.
What exactly was he planning?
But now was not the time to dwell on it. Cynthia was drenched, looking utterly disheveled. Even if he suddenly decided to show mercy and let her go, she couldn't possibly go home in this state.
So, she stopped resisting and stepped out of the car, still wrapped in Lucien's jacket, and headed straight into the women's clothing store. Lucien followed closely behind her in silence.
As they stepped inside, an eager sales associate immediately greeted them. Cynthia browsed through the racks, ignoring everything else, while Lucien stood at a distance, waiting quietly. His tall, commanding presence naturally drew attention,
