Maeve drank quickly, "It's not bitter. Let's head back to rest. It's getting late."
Nina nodded.
The night was like silk.
When Maeve returned to her room, it was nearly ten o'clock. Whether it was due to the rain or the alcohol, she felt the aftereffects now—her eyelids grew heavy, her mind a bit foggy.
She quickly took a shower and collapsed onto the bed.
As drowsiness surged, she heard knocking at the door.
One knock after another, relentless as if the person wouldn't stop until she opened.
Maeve groaned in annoyance, squeezing a word from her throat, "Who?"
"It's me."
"Who are you?" Maeve asked, her eyes still closed, sitting on the bed.
There was silence, then a soft "beep"—the door opened.
Maeve instantly became alert, instinctively tightening the belt of her bathrobe.
This was no joke; she wasn't wearing anything under the robe, how could the room card be in someone else's hands?
Footsteps halted in front of her bedroom.
