"The sun's rays pierced through the light, disturbing the peaceful slumber of two individuals, especially the woman, who slowly opened her eyes. It was the first time she had opened her eyes, revealing Griffin's serene face, still closed in sleep. Zaylee held her breath as she woke up, quickly putting on her clothes and leaving Griffin's room. Fortunately, it was still early enough for her friends to be awake. Zaylee immediately cleansed herself, crying her heart out beneath the shower's cascading water. She scrubbed herself roughly, unable to believe this was happening and not just a dream. Zaylee yanked at her hair in frustration. "Stupid!" "Stupid!" "Stupid!" Zaylee's shouts echoed in the bathroom as tears continued to flow. She scolded herself for being so foolish as to listen to Dicky and accompany Griffin, who had been influenced by alcohol. Zaylee felt weak, sitting helplessly under the unrelenting shower. She cried, regretting the mess she had made of her life. She couldn'

Someone's footsteps from behind caught the attention of the girl enjoying the city atmosphere in the morning, seeking peace. Little did she know, Griffin was following her. The man appeared to be walking towards Zaylee with a cold gaze, both hands hidden in the front pockets of his pants, adding to his arrogant demeanour. Griffin and Zaylee no longer exchanged greetings, trying to calm themselves. More precisely, they forced themselves to forget the unwanted events in Batam. They were engulfed in silence, although occasionally, Griffin would glance at Zaylee, who kept her head down, doing her best not to respond to Griffin's gaze. Her heart was in turmoil, but her mind urged her to let go of the image of Griffin; her feelings remained intact, but her ego concealed them. Zaylee assured herself that Dicky was to blame for sending her here. Meanwhile, according to Griffin, everything was indirectly his fault. Griffin took a deep breath. The incident in Batam that night marked the end o

"Hoaaahhmmm..." It was too early for Zaylee on her day off, yet she was already seated in a restaurant with a coffee latte. Sleepiness clung to her despite her efforts to ward it off with caffeine.Before long, a man walked towards her. He was dressed casually, wearing shorts and a polo shirt, not matching in color but still quite elegant, with an expensive watch on his left hand. Zaylee glanced at the large clock in the restaurant; it seemed the man had arrived on time."You didn't order for me!" Griffin exclaimed, seeing that there was only a cup of coffee for the girl."Why would I? We only need to talk, and you have to leave!" Zaylee retorted, met with a smirk from Griffin. The girl in front of her seemed to have a dual personality. At times, she could act as if she was hopeful, but she could also behave as if she were throwing Griffin away, just as Zaylee had done to him years ago."Quickly, tell me! What do you want to talk to me about?" Zaylee impatiently demanded."How about