Lucas waited in his tent feeling the burning rage inside. She was his. How can she reject him so blatantly and rub up against a stranger like a little whore?
He thought that she was different. It doesn't matter. She belonged to him. No matter what sort of person she was, he saw her first.
No other man can take her away! Lucas's chain of thought was broken when he heard footsteps coming from outside.
Rhea was back. His heartbeat in excitement, his initial heartbreak forgotten. Once he got out, his smile turned into a sneer.
She had brought that man along. Why would she do such a thing without asking for his opinion? The girl was feeling better now.
She walked towards Lucas and threw her hand around his shoulder. "Mr. This is my friend, Lucas. Lucas is someone I rescued. He shall stay with us tonight. I hope you don't mind sharing a tent with him."
