“You’re not planning to leave quietly, are you?”

William’s voice was hoarse and low, laced with exhaustion but warm. His arm was still wrapped around Evelyn’s waist, half-covered by the hotel blanket, while the soft morning light slipped through the half-closed curtains.

Evelyn was silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, then slowly turned to face him.

“If I leave, it’s not because I regret anything… but because I need to think.”

William gave a small nod, but his grip tightened.

“That night… it wasn’t just because of the drugs or the trap, Evelyn. It was because I chose you.”

Evelyn let out a deep sigh, then...