?<strong>Chapter 267:</strong>


    Lucas’ lips pressed into a tight line, his voice dropping into a deep, serious tone. “Verena, I am still a married man.


    You shouldn’t be doing this.”


    Verena’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red, a mix of embarrassment and hurt shing in her eyes.


    Her voice trembled as she stammered, “I’m sorry, Lucas.


    I… I just acted on impulse.”


    Lucas’ expression remained cold and distant.


    Without softening, he said curtly, “Get some rest.


    I’ll head back now.”


    His tone left no room for argument.


    Then, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room.


    Verena watched him leave, her heart sinking.


    Her teeth caught her lower lip tightly as disappointment washed over her.


    She had thought—hoped—that Lucas might stay with her tonight.


    But instead, he left after spending barely ten minutes with her, the door closing firmly behind him.


    Outside the room, Ryan, who had been lingering in the hallway and watching them in secret through the crack of the door, quickly pocketed his phone and moved farther away from the door as soon as he noticed Lucas approaching.


    The moment Lucas stepped out of the room, a faint sense of relief settled over him.


    He exhaled quietly, his shoulders rxing slightly.


    “Lucas,” Ryan called, stepping up to him with a concerned expression.


    Standing beside Lucas, Ryan continued, his voice tinged with urgency, “Verena has been really emotionaltely, and her mental state isn’t great.


    If you have time, could you spend more time with her? Maybe talk to her for a while tofort her? Having you around would make her so much happier.”


    Lucas turned to Ryan, his face impassive, his tone firm and cold. “What Verena needs right now isn’t me, but a good psychologist.


    I’ll have my assistant find the best psychologist for her.”


    Ryan froze for a moment, caught off guard by the suggestion.


    His brows furrowed as he struggled to process Lucas’ unexpected response.


    Shouldn’t Lucas simply spend more time with Verena, as he always had? Why bring up a psychologist now?


    “But Lucas, you—” Ryan began, his tone uncertain, but Lucas cut him off mid-sentence.


    “I’m heading back now.


    I’ll find a psychologist for her soon,” Lucas said coldly, his tone final.


    Without giving Ryan a chance to reply, he turned and walked away, his steps swift and decisive.


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