EMILY’S POV.

I looked at her, and there was a desperateness in her eyes, as if she could make me say I didn’t like him. It angered me. She had been rude to me, but wanted me to answer her petty question.

By her side, a hand was folded into a tight fist, and it made me give a smile.

“I believe it’s not my duty to keep whatever I feel for Lucas in check. Right? It’s also not my duty to explain our relationship, and what goes on between us, so I’m sorry, but I do not owe you an answer to your question.” I said, and made to...