Lucy had been itching to ask the question, restraining herself until Thalassa was seated at the dinner table. She couldn't care less whether Thalassa was going to eat the food or not.
Inviting Thalassa to lunch was just a ruse, a courtesy for Bruce's sake. If Lucy had it her way, she'd march right over to Thalassa's place, grab her by the hair, and demand to know what she was up to with Bruce last night!
Bruce hadn't come home all evening, leaving Lucy tossing and turning, a sleepless mess.
She'd called him repeatedly in the early hours; he didn't pick up. Later, when she called again, his phone was conveniently switched off.
Knowing Bruce's roving eye, Lucy figured that if he wasn't home at night, there was always another woman.
She felt like ants on a hot griddle, desperate but helpless.
Finally, daylight came, and so did Bruce.
She cornered him immediately, demanding to know where he'd been the previous night.
Bruce casually mentioned he had something to sort out with Thalassa, stating they had spent the night together. “Thalassa is my daughter,” he said. “What could we possibly be doing?”
Lucy was skeptical. There was no business between Bruce and Thalassa that would necessitate an overnight stay. So, she devised a plan, masking it as a meal invitation to accept Thalassa as Bruce’s daughter, with the true intent of grilling her in front of Bruce about the specifics of their interaction.
Lucy's questioning was urgent, blunt, and direct.
Bruce paused, his cutlery in hand, and glanced toward Thalassa.
He had briefed her over the phone about the situation and the reason for Lucy's lunch invitation.
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