Page 49 of Forever His Favorite
“Let go of me!” Lucas fought against Taylor’s hold, his voice wild. “Let go!”
Taylor yanked him back, shoving him to the side. “What are you doing? Are you out of your mind? She’s already married! What the hell are you thinking, storming into their house like this?!”
Lucas’s eyes burned red with fury, his voice low and ragged as he sneered, “She slept in my bed for five years! She couldn’t even sleep unless I was with her. She was scared of thunderstorms when it rained, scared of upsetting me even the slightest! How can she just give up on everything she had with me and live with some other man?!”
“Enough, Lucas!” Taylor snapped, frustration flashing in his eyes. “I am your best friend, but even I know that when she was with you, you weren’t good to Emily. In fact, you were so emotionless that everyone around you believed you hated her!”
He grabbed Lucas by the shoulder, slapping his hand against his chest. “Think about it—over five years, did Emily ever give up on you?”
Lucas’s jaw tightened.
“She did everything you wanted. Five years of relationship, and what did you give her in return? You didn’t marry her. You didn’t make her your fiancée. You refused to even give her a label in front of the world!” Taylor’s voice cracked with anger. “What were you even doing with her?”
Taylor’s eyes burned as he continued.
“Before you both got together, you were begging for her love. You worried about her, tried to get her in any way possible. You were madly in love with her. But as soon as you both got together, you started ignoring her. You didn’t pay any attention to her and ridiculed her at every given chance. Even your little two-million-dollar deal was more important to you than her.”
Taylor’s jaw tightened as his voice grew sharper. “You told her once not to visit her parents’ house so often. I remember that she stopped going at once, just because you said it. And still, you didn’t change. Did you really think no matter what you do, Emily is always going to stay by your side? Never leave you? Do you even deserve her?”
Lucas breathed heavily, his eyes stinging as his chest filled with pain. He pressed a hand against it, struggling to breathe, his fingers tightening into a fist.
Taylor took a step back and said, his voice lower but still cutting, “Can you stop bothering her now? You knew what you were doing to her this whole time. I know you’re not that stupid. You were careless. You thought Emily was never going to leave you. So you became indifferent to her feelings and your actions.”
Lucas could barely breathe, but his lips curled with stubborn determination. “Then I’ll win her over again. I only want Emily. She’s the only woman I’ll ever take as my wife.”
Taylor exhaled sharply, then grabbed Lucas by the collar and shoved him toward the car.
“Fine! Get in the car for now.”
***
Morning broke, and Lucas was still in his car, driving aimlessly. He couldn’t go back inside the house; Emily’s thoughts flooded his mind, relentless, haunting every corner of his memory. Burnt cigarettes littered the ground, one still clutched in his hand out the window, smoke curling into the cold morning air. He leaned back against the seat, jaw tense, face tight with stress and frustration.
His phone rang. Absent-mindedly, he picked it up. Dillon’s name flashed on the screen.
“Mr. Cantrell, Mr. Danny is back in the country,” Dillon said. “Didn’t you always want to make a deal with him for your business? He’s hosting a private business gathering today at a hotel and has invited you.”
Lucas rubbed the bridge of his nose with a stressed expression. Finally, he took a deep breath and muttered, “Alright,” then hung up the phone.
Three hours later, Lucas entered the gathering that was being held in a hotel’s conference room, his stride brisk but his face pale from a night without rest. He slid into his assigned seat, shoulders stiff, his fingers drumming absently on the polished wooden table. The projector light flickered across the room,casting dull shadows as the presentation for the upcoming projects by Mr. Danny’s company carried on.
However, Lucas wasn’t listening. His mind was elsewhere. Restless, distracted.
Then—footsteps. The sharp echo of heels striking marble broke through the steady hum of voices and rustling papers.
Lucas turned his head toward the door with absent-minded disinterest.
Emily walked in.
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His eyes turned back toward the door, head snapping up at once.
Her hair framed her face softly, her eyes composed yet guarded as she moved with quiet confidence. She crossed the room. She slipped into a seat directly across from him, her hands smoothing over the folder in front of her.
Lucas’s breath caught, his fingers curling against the edge of the table.
However, the next moment his view was blocked by someone and Emily disappeared from his sight. That’s when Lucas noticed that she hadn’t come alone. Sebastian had come with her. Without a word, he took the chair next to Emily, his hand brushing briefly against hers as he sat down.
