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....