Maxime treated her like this even after tearing her marriage apart, and now he trapped her with promises that he had no intention of fulfilling.

Since signing that agreement, Cesilia had not once slept with her husband, even just sleeping, nothing more than that.

Maxime yawned, stretching his stiff muscles after their recent encounter.

"So, what do you want? Do you want to go home?" Maxime asked, his voice heavy and drowsy, sounding like someone who just woke up from a deep sleep.

"Of course. Weren't you the one who promised to take me home, but what happened? You kept me like this, making me tired and fall asleep. Can't...