His voice was strained with so much restrictions in his throat, Céline feared she wouldn't like the conversation.

Was he here to accuse her of showing her pitiful self to Lucas?

Unable to respond, she bobbed her head up and down awkwardly; she then stepped aside to allow him into the room.

He walked to the chairs by the dressing table and sat on one, motioning for her to do the same. "Please sit."

Her legs suddenly got too heavy and she had to struggle to make them ...