Celine's head jerked towards the door, her chest still heaving. "Who is it?" she called out, her voice trembling.
"Mrs. Thompson from next door," the voice replied, muffled by the door. "Your small gate is opened, and a stray cat has wandered into your compound."
Celine's eyes darted to Lucas, her face flushing. They both scrambled to gather their clothes, their hands colliding as they rushed to dress.
"It's okay, I've got it," Lucas muttered, his eyes staring at her bare chest as he handed her a shirt.
Celine snatched it from him, her fingers brushing against his. "Just a moment, Mrs. Thompson!" she called out, her voice strained.
As they finished dressing, Celine's hand hesitated on the doorknob. She took a deep breath, then opened the door to reveal Mrs. Thompson's concerned face.
