LATTON can sense the change in Lucian's expression. It pains her to see him like that, but for her, Lucian deserves to hear the truth, no matter how ugly it is. She sighed and with quivering lips, she began to speak, "Back in Mexico, I spent the night with Henri." She mumbled gently. He held the steering wheel firmly and gritted his teeth. "Okay." He muttered as he swallowed slowly. Doing his best to calm his nerves. He laughs awkwardly, unsure how to take it in, "W...we are not an official couple yet... and I... I slept with a lot of women before meeting you. We can call that quits. What matters is us... now," he replied stutteringly. He clears his throat, "He is imprisoned in Mexico, and he is going to stay there, right?" He asks enthusiastically. She glances away, "I reached out to a few influential people and paid for his deportation back to the US where he would be sentenced to stay in a mental institution," she uttered. He nodded then exhaled, "But I want to know, if he di
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