Valencia yawned and rubbed her eyes lazily. The familiar soreness and softness made her groan and curse that lustful Maverick scum. That jerk is too much!

Valencia extended her hand and massaged her painful waist before turning on the soft bed.

Suddenly, Valencia's brows furrowed at the emptiness, and her eyes flew wide open.

Valencia's gaze fell on the space next to the bed. Not only was it cold, but it was also neat, with no creases, as if Maverick hadn't slept next to her after she blacked out.

A rueful smile appeared on Valencia's face, and her eyes turned cold immediately.

Did Maverick return to the mansion just so...