She had hoped to go home tonight. Was this what they called an agreement? Maxime always broke the promises he made himself. If this continued, Alexander might become suspicious of her having other engagements outside of being a model, especially as his superior's mistress.
"Why? You're angry at me in the middle of the night for no reason," Maxime sighed, pulling the blanket to cover his body. He was truly tired, but Cesilia disturbed his deep slumber.
"It's better if you take me home, or I'll just let everything be revealed. It's better for everything to be revealed quickly, so I can apologize to my husband. Instead of dragging this on, you make jokes. I'd rather lose Alexander and you as well."
Cesilia pointed her index finger at Maxime's face, giving a warning and a little resistance
