Chapter 9 Foolish Lies

The hotel room was bathed in the gentle morning light, with the sun's rays warming their faces as they woke up. They rubbed their sleepy eyes, greeted by a serene and sunny morning. Fluffy white clouds floated across the sky.

"You know, I've spent a lot on Kia, but she won't even let me touch her hand. Not once. She's so reserved," Vincent remarked. He turned to Asteria and continued, "You, on the other hand, are much more accommodating, even allowing me to be intimate in my office."

"You know me well, honey. Does that mean I'm the only one you're involved with?" Asteria asked, her curiosity piqued.

Vincent was taken aback by the question. He hadn't expected Asteria to inquire about this.

"Right, Vincent?" Asteria pressed, repeating her question.

"Yeah, honey, you're the only one," he replied, although it wasn't entirely truthful.

"In that case, I have something to ask you," she said.

There was a moment of silence, during which Vincent tried to mask his nervousness with a smile.