~Sunshine~

Hazel, taken aback by the unexpected request, hesitated for a moment. Her mind raced, unsure of how to respond. Before she could gather her thoughts, Francisco, with a sly smirk, interrupted, "It's okay."

A mix of relief and confusion played on Hazel's face. She was about to express her thoughts, but Francisco, once again, cut in, "But I will come here to see you another time."

His words hung in the air, leaving Hazel in a state of mild astonishment. Francisco's demeanor, a blend of charm and mystery, intrigued her. As he climbed back into his car, the engine hummed to life, and he rolled down the window.

"Until next time, Hazel," he said, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

As the car slowly pulled away, Hazel stood there, watching the vehicle disappear into the night.

**

Max returned to the mansion, his face a storm of anger that left no room for interpretation. His clenched jaw and furrowed brow painted a picture of frustration and resentment that was hard to ignore. As he made his way through the grand entrance, the atmosphere in the mansion became tense.

When Max reached the foot of the staircase, his eyes locked on a maid. His voice, firm and commanding, cut through the uneasy silence.

"You come to my room."

The directive was clear, and the maid, with a subtle smirk, nodded in acknowledgment.

Diana, observing the scene unfold, felt a sudden pang of disbelief. Her eyebrows rose, and her expression morphed into one of incredulity.

As Max and the maid began ascending the stairs, Diana couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Her mind raced with questions, and a sense of betrayal hung heavy in the air.

Is he serious? Is he going to spend the night with that maid, seriously?

Diana mused, her lips tightening in a mixture of anger and confusion.

Attempting to maintain her composure, Diana observed the girl moving slowly up the stairs with Max. Every step felt like a dagger, a silent intrusion into her understanding of their relationship.

With a heavy sigh, Diana decided to retreat to her room, feigning indifference to the unfolding drama. As she slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoed loudly.

Max turned around abruptly, his ears catching the resounding thud of the door behind him.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as he observed her desperate attempt to gain his attention.

Without a word, Max tightened his jaw, a silent manifestation of his frustration, and, without looking back at Diana's room, he proceeded to walk to his room.

If she can show me her attitude, why can't I show it? Go talk to that man, I will enjoy with someone else.

Max thought defiantly, a surge of rebellion coursing through him. The hurt and anger he felt propelled him to assert his own desires, consequences be damned.

As he reached his room, he seized her hand tightly and yanked her into the room.

"Master!"

She moaned in pain, caught off guard by the unexpected force of his pull.

The door closed behind Max, sealing the room from the outside world. Diana, standing behind her room's door, bit her lips when she heard the finality of Max closing the door. A torrent of terrible thoughts overwhelmed her as she grappled with the implications of his actions.

The silence that followed was pregnant with tension, and Diana found herself consumed by vivid and painful images of Max with the maid.

The thought of him considering intimate relations with someone else ignited a mixture of anger, hurt, and a desire for retaliation within her.

"Do you actually think I am worth it either? Max, I won't allow you to forget about me so quickly," Diana whispered to herself, a determination emerging from the depths of her wounded pride.

After a while, Diana's narrowed brows signaled a shift in her emotions. With a purposeful stride, she pulled open a drawer and retrieved something. A surge of determination propelled her towards Max's room, and without waiting for even a knock, she pushed the door open in a furious manner.

Diana's widened eyes took in the scene before her. Max lay on the bed, facing his back to the maid.

A wave of shock and disbelief washed over her as she observed the intimate tableau unfolding in front of her. The maid, in a provocative cowgirl pose, was giving Max a back massage.

Max turned his face, catching sight of Diana as she stood in the doorway. His brows narrowed, and his stern expression demanded an explanation.

"What are you looking for?" he asked, the air heavy with tension.

Diana, unfazed by Max's stern demeanor, shifted her gaze to the maid and uttered in a commanding tone, "Hey, leave us alone."

"No, can't you see she is giving me a massage?"

Max retorted, his frustration evident in the sharpness of his voice.

Diana, determined and undeterred, ignored Max completely and fixed the maid with a stern look. "I told you to leave."

"But Master..."

The maid began to protest, halted midway when she felt the icy intensity of Diana's gaze. She nodded reluctantly and swiftly moved away from Max's back.

"Where do you plan to go?"

Max shouted.

Diana, resolute in her decision, motioned for the maid to leave, and the girl quickly scurried out of the room in a hurry. The click of the door locking echoed in the room, signaling a turning point in the tense confrontation.

"Are you crazy, Diana? You have no right to ruin my mood," Max growled loudly, his frustration palpable. In a fit of anger, he flipped the side of the bed.

Diana, however, remained composed and decided against responding to his outburst. With deliberate movements, she locked the door, shutting out the external world and creating an intimate space for the impending confrontation.

"I am asking you something," Max demanded, his voice an impatient growl. Diana, seemingly unfazed, sat beside him and blithely ignored his words, opening the first aid kit box with purpose.

Diana took Max's hand, and with a gentle touch, she began cleaning his wound. The air crackled with tension as Max's eyes locked on Diana.

Max observed Diana's angry and jealous expression as she tended to his wound. He couldn't help but wonder if Diana refused to accept her true feelings.

Continue.