It was late, and there was something undoubtedly risqué about heading out for drinks, just the two of them, especially with a guy like Carson. Under normal circumstances, Marina would have steered clear.

But deep down, she believed that Carson, despite his reputation as a ladies’ man, possessed a certain chivalry. She trusted that he wouldn’t take advantage of a woman under the influence.

In the car on the way back to Willowbrook Plaza, Sylvia and Gabriel sat in silence, eyes closed, each lost in their own thoughts.

Sylvia gazed out at the night, taking in the city lights, while Gabriel leaned back in his seat, feigning sleep.

As they neared their destination, the driver heard the man who had been quiet the whole ride suddenly speak up, “Peppermint tea for sobering up?”

The woman paused for a moment before responding softly, “Of course.”

No further words were exchanged between them.

The driver, baffled by their cryptic conversation and not daring to look back, focused on the road.

Upon arriving at Willowbrook Apartment, they exited the car together. Sylvia handed the driver a generous tip, suggesting he take a cab home.

heading up together—he had assumed they were strangers—glanced at the hefty tip on his

around the man’s waist and pulled him into a

coat and lifting

moment, Sylvia paused, her voice husky in the dark, “Why did you say we shouldn’t see

you should have a life of your

“We needed each other before, and we still need each other

going back to C City,”

eyes seductively soft, Sylvia

her gaze, “And what if

smiled lightly, “I’ve been doing just fine on my own

and bent down to ki*s her

wrapping her legs around his sturdy waist, and while

used it as leverage to climb onto him, her

was innate; every touch and movement seemed to perfectly complement the other, a single ki*s enough

her towards the bedroom, Sylvia whispered in his ear, “I can’t bear to

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