"What's wrong?" Maxime hugged Cesilia from behind. He had been observing and hearing Cesilia and Alexander's argument, but still decided to say that cliché phrase.

Cesilia sighed heavily and freed herself from Maxime's embrace, annoyed by his fake concern, knowing that he enjoyed her fights with Alexander.

"Don't ask if you've been eavesdropping on my conversation with Alexander," Cesilia retorted, still trying to distance herself from Maxime, as he was unwilling to let go.

Cesilia didn't like Maxime touching her like this. The dress she wore exposed her smooth shoulders, and Maxime left warm, wet marks on them, in front of some crew members who were still passing by the...