Hari couldn't finish speaking, Lucas hung up on him, so he had just driven the car to Lucas' apartment.
Hari couldn't get it over, so he directly drove over here to find Lucas.
Of course, Hari went back home first to bring the magazine with him.
He planned to directly compare the magazine with the painting in Lucas' hand.
Hari walked straight out of the elevator and knocked on Lucas' door. Hearing the knock, Lucas walked over with a cold face and opened the door.
"Are you free?"
When Hari heard this, he was unhappy. "If you hadn't suddenly hung up on me, I wouldn't have come here to bother you in the middle of the night!"
Lucas sneered, "What's it?"
Hari glanced inside the room and wanted to enter, but Lucas had no intention of letting him in.
"What could be the harm if you let me in?"
Lucas looked at him without moving his eyes. "I don't welcome you."
"I..."
Hari decided not to argue with Luca. "He's always so mean. I'll just bear it!"
Hari took out the magazine and turned to the page with an illustration of the male role. He handed the magazine to Lucas.
He said to Lucas, "Look, is this character illustration the same as the one Jessica drew for you?"
Lucas lowered his head and glanced at the magazine in Hari's hand. When Lucas saw the face of the comic character on it, Lucas frowned.
But in a second, Lucas resumed his expression. "No, it isn't."
With that, Lucas took over the magazine abruptly and returned to his room.
"Oh, check it again..."
Before Hari could finish his sentence, he was shut out of the door.
Hari raised his hand and knocked on the door a few more times. However, Lucas refused to open the door as if he were dumb.
Hari piqued and kicked the door. "Face it, Lucas!"
But it was useless. Lucas just did not open the door. Hari had no choice but to leave.
Hari wasn't even able to enter Lucas' room!
Lucas went too far!
The rustling voice outside the door finally died down. Lucas looked at the empty glass in front of him. After a while, he leaned over and took the decanter. He poured all the wine into the glass and drank it in one gulp.
What Jessica said at noon today was even more hurtful than the slap she had given him. Even now, he still remembered those words clearly.
"Lucas, you disgust me!"
"People always make mistakes when they are young. I was young, so I made mistakes. I did like you, Lucas, but it doesn't mean that I still like you now."
She said he made her feel disgusted.
What a joke. Lucas thought she liked him very much. How did he make her feel disgusted?
Didn't she like him very much?
She liked him so much that she even drew a big picture of him. She just wanted to give him a surprise at his birthday party.
Lucas could not understand why Jessica, who previously had loved him so much, suddenly felt disgusted with him.
Was it because he revealed her love for him? Was she angry about it?
Or was it because her love was only so.
Thinking of this, Lucas only found it ridiculous.
He took a look at the red wine in his hand, raised his head, and directly drank it all.
The living room with only the night lights turned on was filled with the smell of alcohol and a strong smell of cigars.
After finishing a cigar, Lucas leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, but he somehow thought of Hari's words.
Hari said that Jessica used another pen name to publish an article in a magazine. Moreover, Lucas was the prototype of the male role. The title of the article was "Youth".
Lucas thought that Hari must be crazy.
Lucas thought he was crazy too. He opened the magazine and stared at the character for a long time. He actually felt that the character resembled himself a little.
Lucas frowned and felt that he might have drunk too much.
Lucas got up and walked to study. He put the page together with the painting that Olivia had found.
They resembled each other.
And that author was called Cynthia.
Lucas looked at the painting and thought of what Jessica had said today. Then a sudden wrath came over him.
Jessica did not like him that much at all.
This painting was not drawn by her at all!
Funny. It was ridiculous!
Lucas tore apart the painting, causing a voice that was incompatible with the tranquility of the room.
Looking at the painting that he had torn to pieces on the ground, Lucas felt that there was no way out to release his frustration.
It was as if someone had stabbed him in the heart. Normally, he felt nothing, but once he met Jessica, the pain would be refreshing.
The stabbing pain was not particularly uncomfortable, but it was something he could not ignore.
Lucas hated this feeling, just like how he hated Jessica after the divorce!
Oh, a hypocritical woman!