Her unintentional closeness left him a bit flustered. Aziel collected his thoughts and adeptly keyed in the password.

Yet, the moment he finished, the lock released a shrill, rejecting beep.

Password incorrect.

Aziel paused briefly, sensing a slight ache in his chest.

Soon after, a bitter realization swept over him.

Had she truly decided to part ways with him? Had she altered the password to shut him out?

The wave of bitterness and pain left Aziel staggered; his hands subtly quivered as he held her. It took him a moment to steady himself and rummage through Sarah*s pocket.

Fortunately, she had brought her keys along.

Upon entering, Aziel was greeted by a cluttered living room. He exhaled a quiet sigh of resignation. After aiding Sarah to the bedroom and ensuring she was comfortable on the bed, he rolled up his sleeves and ventured into the kitchen.

Effortlessly, he prepared hangover soup and tidied up the disarrayed living room while the soup simmered.

Once the hangover soup had cooled a bit, he returned to the bedroom with it.

“Sarah, Sarah," Aziel said softly, gently nudging Sarah. have some hangover soup. Change your clothes, then rest."

“Wake up and

He'd learned from Sarah's assistant, Betsy, that she had commitments the following day. If she rested in her current state, she'd surely wake with a splitting headache, negatively impacting her performance.

Half-asleep, Sarah was helped up and leaned on Aziel as she sipped on the hangover soup.

However, once she finished the soup, she regained some alertness and wasn't keen on settling down.

She sat upright on the bed, belched, and attempted to get out of bed.

Aziel immediately caught her.

“Where are you headed?"

“I need to take a shower!" Sarah declared, swinging her arm as if she was headed not towards the bathroom but onto a battlefield.