Chapter 38

If Zane wanted to hold me, then so be it. I would let him. I had come to realize that I couldn't judge a person just by appearance. Zane, who seemed so serious and restrained in daily life, was like a madman in bed. The next morning, I woke up parched. By the time I woke, Zane was already gone. Seeing the mess on the bed and recalling his harshness from last night, I felt a mix of anger and sadness. I got out of bed to get some water. But as soon as my feet hit the floor, my legs gave out, and I fell. I ended up sitting awkwardly on the floor, unable to get up for a while. At that moment, the door opened. Zane walked in. He was on the phone, and the person on the other end might be Callie. There was a rare softness in his features as he spoke. He glanced at me sitting on the floor, his face devoid of any reaction. I felt embarrassed, so I grabbed a blanket from the bed and covered myself. He gave a soft, mocking laugh. Then, he picked up his suit jacket from the hanger, and wa