Chapter 47- Good-news And A Bad-news In One Day.
AVERY >< ><
"No." My answer was immediate.
The idea of sitting across from him, pretending to enjoy some fancy meal while he chattered away? It made my stomach lurch.
Lucien blinked, surprise flickering across his face. "Why not?"
"I'm busy." The lie came easy, but it was better than the truth: Because the sight of you makes me want to vomit, you oblivious prick.
"You don't go out," he pressed gently, that concern creeping back in. "I've been here three weeks—I haven't seen you leave once."
"I'm an introvert," I snapped, the word coming out harsher than necessary, my patience fraying like old rope.
"I don't like socializing. I'm not comfortable with eating with others." It wasn't a total lie—I hated crowds, hated small talk—but with him?
It was a full-on phobia, rooted in years of resentment that no amount of "progress" could erase.
Every day after sessions, it was the same.
And that made me sick.