A simple sentence, made Evelyn Sherman's hand clench suddenly.
It was that man who reeked of malice down to his bones...
"How do you have my phone number?"
"Seems like you remember me." Lucas Scott's malicious voice carried a hint of amusement.
It emanated a strange sense of joy, one she couldn't understand why he was feeling.
"You called me just to confirm that I still remember you?" Evelyn asked, her brows furrowing as his teasing tone made her want to hang up the phone, yet she maintained her patience.
"Yes and no." Lucas snickered, "I just feel a bit disgruntled. Today, I helped someone twice and didn't even get a single thank-you."
"..." Evelyn rolled her eyes at the ceiling.
This man is really unpredictable.
He said no thanks were needed, and now accuses her of being impolite.
