Max’s POV
I grabbed Charles by the shirt, my fist drawn back, ready to release all the anger I’d held back over the past few months. I’d had enough of his games, his smug glances, his little provocations that made me question everything with Abigail. Tonight, seeing him slip away only to find him outside a private room with someone inside—it was the final straw.
But just as I was about to swing, a voice called out from inside, muffled but irritated. “What’s going on out there? Why is it so loud?” The sound startled me. The voice was high, carrying a note of annoyance I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t Abigail’s voice at all.
I froze, my fist loosening. Charles’s smirk never wavered, his eyes glinting with a satisfaction that only infuriated me more. But I dropped my hand, a strange realization settling over me. The door opened wider, and a young woman stepped out—a waitress, her uniform rumpled, her expression wary as she glanced between us.