Instinctively, Selina tried to evade.

Upon contemplation of her present circumstances, she promptly leaned in.

Enveloping Aldrich's neck with her arms, she responded with fervor.

Aldrich, slightly taken aback, halted, fixing his gaze upon her.

“What has ignited such passion in you today?"

Winking playfully, Selina retorted, "Not a fan? Perhaps you prefer my demeanor to be chilly?"

Raising his eyebrows, Aldrich sported a mischievous grin.

"Certainly not," he assured.

Despite feeling a tad perplexed, he decided to let it slide.

Aldrich refrained from further words, smoothly sliding his hand beneath the fabric of her attire.

Selina, overcome with pleasure, emitted a soft moan. Shedding their garments, they transitioned from the wall to the sofa and then to the bed.

Post an hour or so, a contented Aldrich sat up, extracting a cigarette from his pocket and igniting it.

Inhaling deeply, he exhaled a billow of smoke.

His eyes caught sight of a suitcase in the corner.

Squinting, Aldrich posed a query, “Whose suitcase is that?"

In the throes of drowsiness, Selina, without opening her eyes, mumbled, "Mine."

"Yours?"

Aldrich's eyes registered surprise. Gently patting her face, he inquired, "What's unfolding here?"

Reluctantly, Selina opened her eyes.

"I've left the Moreno family."