CHAPTER 60 First Time Washing a Woman's Feet

  The rowdy crowd fell silent instantly, parting to create a path.

  Lucas, dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored trousers, strode toward me with an air of effortless authority, his mere presence capturing everyone's attention.

  I sat on the ground in utter disarray, my hair a tangled mess from being yanked.

  He looked like a god descending to rescue me, his calm words pulling me out of the mire.

  But I knew the weight of his actions. For someone of his status, being dragged into negative news could be disastrous.

  Lucas was usually low-key, but today, he had effortlessly made headlines.

  The crowd murmured with admiration, and a few girls clutched their hearts in disbelief. How could someone like him be at the center of such a scandal?

  Standing tall and straight like a pine tree, Lucas exuded confidence, a faint, cold smile gracing his lips. He glanced down at the plump woman accusing me with disdain.