Closing the door, Cynthia kicked off her shoes, exhausted, and rushed into the bathroom for a shower. She scrubbed off the thick makeup from her face, revealing her fair and delicate features. Drying her hair as she stepped out of the bathroom, all she wanted was a good night's sleep.
Suddenly, the door slammed open with a bang from the outside. Startled, she clutched the towel around herself and turned to see him stumbling in, clearly drunk.
He's back?
She hadn't expected him to come. At the wedding banquet earlier, she saw that woman run out in tears, and he had followed her with a dark expression. Shouldn't he be by her side tonight, comforting her?
If she'd known he'd be back, she would never have brought Jim here!
