Max looked at his wristwatch. The working hours had ended. He stood up, grabbed his suit from the hanger, and put it back on. After picking up his briefcase, he walked out.

Just as Max stepped out of the room, Vonda also stood up from her seat. Their eyes met. Max was forced to pause as something crossed his mind.

“What's wrong? Choking while eating. What were you thinking?”

“Thinking about that night.”

Oh no. Now I'm the one thinking about her words.

Before him, Vonda also hesitated, her face turning red. It seemed she diverted her gaze elsewhere before Max spoke.

“Come on. Let's go. We're leaving now.”

Vonda...