The woman had only one umbrella. Because she was shielding Lucas from the rain, she ended up getting partially soaked herself.

"I don't like being followed," Lucas coldly remarked.

"But...," the woman hesitated, "Are you really alright?"

Why would he not be alright? Lucas turned away and continued walking as if he had lost all interest in her.

Yet, the umbrella kept following him like a shadow, protecting him from the rain.

He turned around once more, casting a cold gaze at the woman. "I to