After finishing his cigarette, Zayden nonchalantly handed Sadie a small device.

"Put this in Holden's study when you can," he instructed. He then put on his clothes, leaving Sadie without a backward glance.

Sadie eyed the device for a moment, then set it aside, sinking into the soft embrace of the bed.

She wasn't as rattled as one might expect. Instead, her thoughts drifted back to the recent events, a sense of wonder taking over.

For Sadie, this had been her introduction to true intimacy, and the reality of it was more wonderful than she had imagined.

Back when she was Helen, she had been steadfast, believing only Theodore was worthy of her affection. Yet, he had never looked her way with that kind of interest.

Now, reborn as Sadie and despite being Holden's fiancée, he still seemed indifferent to her.

This newfound experience with Zayden was like discovering a hidden room in a familiar house, full of unexpected treasures.

But she knew well that sharing a bed with Zayden didn't translate to affection for him. If anything, her yearning for Holden became even more palpable.

With a wistful sigh, she imagined how different and special it would have felt if Holden had been the one with her tonight.

Such a moment with him would surely be filled with warmth and genuine connection.

Lost in her thoughts, Sadie was jolted back to reality by the ticking clock. She had lingered too long. Rising, she began to put on her clothes.

But she suddenly found that her clothes were ripped, thanks to her heated time with Zayden.

Luckily, Zayden's forgotten coat was a convenient cover-up.

Even though Zayden's coat was much too large for her, making her resemble a kid playing dress-up, it was the only cover she had.

So, draped in the oversized coat of Zayden, Sadie quickly made her exit.

Back at his home, Holden had barely wrapped up a call with Melon when his phone buzzed with incoming photos.

The smile he wore faded instantly as he viewed the photos, replaced by a visible ripple of revulsion.

The photos captured Zayden and Sadie exiting a secluded room one after another.

Although their departures were moments apart, the details spoke volumes. Zayden, cool as ever, was without his coat. And Sadie, in Zayden's coat, attempted to hide her disheveled state. Still, the ripped dress peeked through. Her hair was a mess, and a rosy flush painted her cheeks.