Get Out

Adrian stared down at Christine intensely.

Her face was still stained with his essence, her body bare beneath him, yet she had answered with complete sincerity: "Yes, I would."

She had told him that to her, he was no different from any other man in the world.

"Get out."

In the next moment, Adrian released his grip on her neck and spoke coldly.

His tone was ice-cold, like winter frost cracking.

Before Christine could even react, she watched his tall figure leave the bed in obvious anger. Without looking back, he strode into the bathroom. The wooden door was yanked open and slammed shut with a louder "bang," followed by the sound of running water.

Was he... angry again?

Christine sat up, staring blankly for several seconds before realizing the uncomfortable stickiness on her face.