"Now I really have to go. Our farewell ends here," Kyle was already quite drunk.

Since they entered the apartment, Catrina encouraged him to toast. Given the time they had known each other, she knew he wasn't a good drinker. The alcohol had a quick effect on him, especially when combined, as it was in his case. Catrina sat on his lap and started kissing him.

"Stay with me tonight? Yes, tomorrow you'll go back to Manhattan to play happy family. Let me say goodbye properly to the one who was my love, because I did fall in love with you."

"Don't start, Catrina. Get off. I told you I feel nothing for you. Just get up; I need to go to my room," he slurred, feeling dizzy. He cursed himself for not taking precautions; he knew he couldn't mix drinks, yet he had whisky at the meeting and mixed it with wine here.

Upon hearing him speak, Catrina grinned maliciously and quickly got off. She pulled him by the hand, dragging him into the bedroom, threw him on the bed, took off his shoes, and climbe