2:45 am.
The moonlight infiltrated the room through the window, lighting the place dimly.
The man sleeping on the bed opened his eyes, and his gaze was filled with a hint of confusion as he glanced at the ceiling blankly.
Maxim pressed two fingers on the side of his forehead, feeling a mild throbbing sensation.
As he sat up on the bed, the blanket slid off his body.
He tilted his head down, only to be greeted by the sight of his half-naked body.
He remembered that he went to the nightclub to talk to Diana after leaving the hospital. Then, he ended up drinking the wine she was having. She asked him to wait for her while she went to the washroom and… and…
No matter how he tried to recall it, he could not remember a single thing that happened after that. Did she come back? Did he meet someone else?
