Chapter 7 The Arrival of a Rival

The water splashed down, cool to the touch, but the bodies were scorching hot. Alyana shivered from the cold water, unable to help but move closer to him. The man leaned in and kissed her, his heavy breath drowned out by the sound of water. Time seemed to blur as the atmosphere grew more heated. Nikolam pressed her against the bathroom wall... The next morning. Nikolam woke up with a pounding headache, rubbing his temples with his hand. There was no one beside him at the moment. The events of last night were a bit hazy in his mind as he got up and walked to the closet to tidy himself up. As he pushed open the bathroom door, something caught his breath for a moment. But the bathroom was spotless, as if someone had meticulously cleaned it. Everything seemed normal now. When Nikolam went downstairs, Alyweya had already prepared breakfast. "Good morning, sir," Alyweya greeted respectfully. Sitting at the table without seeing Alyana, Nikolam furrowed his brows in