There was no one beside her, not even the lingering warmth, just cold emptiness.

She sprung upright in bed.

The room stood empty, with only her presence filling the air, creating a chilly and lonely ambiance.

Did Aziel sleep with her and then run away?!

Sarah froze for a moment, struggling to accept the possibility that Aziel had just upped and left.

Refusing to believe this, she quickly got out of bed and scoured the living room and kitchen for any signs of him.

Yet, he was nowhere to be found.

Sarah found herself standing in the middle of the living room, hands perched on her hips, as she laughed bitterly.

In the past, when Aziel was still innocent and didn't touch her, he always stayed by her side until she woke up.

In addition, upon her awakening, he would have breakfast ready, personally prepared by him.

Now, after a night of passion, he was conspicuously absent the next morning.

It seemed all men were cut from the same cloth; once they had their fill, they no Longer cared.

Disgruntled, Sarah slumped onto the sofa and pulled out her phone with the intent to call him and demand an explanation. But as she was about to dial, there was a click at the front door.

At the sound, she glanced up to see Aziel returning.

He was by the door, changing his shoes, with a pizza box in his hand.

Aziel shot a casual glance at Sarah and greeted, “You're up? Come join me, I brought pizza."

Seeing Aziel, she understood that he hadn't left her behind, just stepped out to buy something.

Her annoyance instantly dissipated.

Her eyes fell on his exposed arms. They weren't particularly bulky, but she was well aware of the strength that lay beneath their well-defined surface.

At that moment, as Sarah gazed at Aziel, she couldn't help but recall his energetic performance from the previous night, stealing a few extra glances.