Max returned to the mansion, his face a storm of anger. As he made his way through the grand entrance, the atmosphere in the mansion became tense.
When Max reached the foot of the staircase, his eyes locked on a maid.
"You come to my room."
Diana felt a sudden pang of disbelief. Her eyebrows rose in disbelief.
As Max and the maid began ascending the stairs, Diana couldn't shake the feeling of unease.
Is he serious? Is he going to spend the night with that maid, seriously?
Diana mused, her lips tightening in a mixture of anger and confusion.
With a heavy sigh, Diana decided to retreat to her room. As she slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoed loudly.
Max turned around abruptly, his ears catching the resounding thud of the door behind him.
Without a word, Max tightened his jaw.
If she can show me her attitude, why can't I show it? Go talk to that man; I will enjoy myself with someone else.
Max thought defiantly, a surge of rebellion coursing through him.
As he reached his room, he seized her hand tightly and yanked her into the room.
"Master!"
She moaned in pain, caught off guard by the unexpected force of his pull.
Diana was standing behind her room's door, biting her lips when she heard the finality of Max closing the door.
Diana was consumed by vivid and painful images of Max with the maid.
"Do you actually think I am worth it either? Max, I won't allow you to forget about me so quickly," Diana whispered to herself.
After a while, she pulled open a drawer and retrieved something. She walked towards Max's room, and without waiting for even a knock, she pushed the door open in a furious manner.
Diana's widened eyes took in the scene before her. Max lay on the bed, facing his back to the maid.
A wave of shock and disbelief washed over her. The maid, in a provocative cowgirl pose, was giving Max a back massage.
Max turned his face, catching sight of Diana as she stood in the doorway. His brows narrowed.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
Diana, unfazed by Max's stern demeanor, shifted her gaze to the maid and uttered in a commanding tone, "Hey, leave us alone."
"No, can't you see she is giving me a massage?"
Max retorted.
Diana ignored Max completely. "I told you to leave."
"But Master..."
The maid began to protest, halting midway when she felt Diana's icy gaze. She nodded reluctantly and swiftly moved away from Max's back.
"Where do you plan to go?"
Max shouted.
Diana motioned for the maid to leave, and the girl quickly scurried out of the room in a hurry.
"Are you crazy, Diana? You have no right to ruin my mood," Max growled loudly.
With deliberate movements, she locked the door.
"I am asking you something," Max demanded. Diana sat beside him and blithely ignored his words, opening the first aid kit box with purpose.
Diana took Max's hand, and she began cleaning his wound.
Max observed Diana's angry and jealous expression as she tended to his wound. He couldn't help but wonder if Diana refused to accept her true feelings.
Diana was acutely aware of how to hurt and annoy him.
Max shifted his gaze away from Diana.
"You should now get some rest," she advised.
"Call her right now," Max urged, his tone a sharp command.
Diana pursed her lips.
Diana put the first aid kit box on the table with purpose. Max remained on the bed.
She stood up and went to get a glass of water for him.
"Take this."
"Are you trying to imitate her?" Max taunted.
Diana's stern voice cut through the tension.
"I won't call her if you don't drink it."
In response, he snatched the glass from her hand and downed its contents in one defiant gulp.
The empty glass met its demise as Max vehemently tossed it to the floor. The shattering sound seemed to echo the brokenness in the room.
"Do you have the habit of breaking everything?"
Max remained silent.
Diana gave Max a sidelong glance, her eyes harboring a mischievous gleam as she slowly dipped her hands in massage oil.
"Now call her, I want to…"
Max began, but his words were abruptly cut off as he felt an unexpected pressure on his back. He narrowed his eyes in surprise and demanded, "What are you doing?"
Ignoring his protest, Diana gracefully sat on his back, adopting the same position as the maid had earlier. She pressed her thumb onto his shoulders with considerable force, as if channeling all her pent-up wrath into the massage.
"Diana!"
"Shh… I can massage better than all of your maids," Diana whispered in his ear.
Max was startled by her audacity, but to his surprise, he didn't resist.
Max closed his eyes, allowing himself to savor the sensation of Diana's fingers sliding slowly across his back. The subtle movements of her hands brought a strange sense of comfort.
After some time, Max gradually opened his eyes, only to find Diana's fingers tracing his shoulder with a delicate touch. He seized her hands.
Diana asked in a perplexed manner, "Is everything all right?"
Max turned to face her but remained silent.
As Max turned to face Diana, she slightly rose from him, preparing to sit down on the bed. However, Max held her waist and pulled her onto his lap.
"What are you doing?"
Max, still holding her waist.
"I have been missing you, Diana."
Diana did not say anything.
"Diana!"
Max's ardent tone, a mixture of desire.
"Hmm!"
Diana responded by closing her eyes as Max's hot breath struck her face. A gentle kiss on her neck elicited a subtle tilt of her head, her eyes squeezed shut. Her hands moved to rest on Max's shoulders.
Meanwhile, Francisco returned to the mansion.
Back in the room, Diana was caught in the warmth of Max's embrace and felt his lips tracing delicate patterns across her skin. Max's touches, gentle and deliberate.
Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to the unspoken connection between them.
"Max!"