"Y-You... You... still recognize me, Mr. Sinclair?" Lucas asked, finding it hard to believe that someone like Tristan Sinclair still remembered him.
"Of course, I remember you," Tristan said, suppressing a laugh at his father-in-law's shocked expression. "And you're not in the wrong room, Mr. Donovan. Please come in. Your daughter, Bella, is waiting for you inside."
Lucas's frown deepened upon hearing Bella's presence inside.
'Why are they in the same room?' Lucas wondered, gathering the courage to meet Tristan's gaze. He wanted to ask, but his words betrayed him.
"Sir, are you coming inside or...?" Tristan asked when he saw Lucas hadn't moved; he only stood in place, staring at him with a mixed expression.
"Yes... Yes..." Lucas quickly walked in, dragging his heavy and trembling legs while telling himself to calm down.