Liora did not answer Max’s question right away. She only lowered her head further, her shoulders starting to tremble softly. A few seconds later, a small sob escaped her lips, broken and uneven, as if she had been holding something in for far too long.Aurora reacted immediately. She knelt down on the grass and gently took Liora’s hands in hers. “Hey… why are you crying? Try to calm down first,” she whispered warmly, her voice full of motherly concern even though they had just met.“You can talk to us. Did something bad happen to you again? We are here. We will not leave you alone,” Aurora continued.Max stayed silent beside them, watching. He was already used to seeing Aurora like this. His wife truly had a heart that was too soft for this world. They had only just met, yet Aurora was already treating Liora like a younger sister who needed protection.Max was not surprised. That was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with Aurora. Her kindness was sincere, though it often made h

Liora did not answer Max's question. She only gave a thin smile, her black eyes shining with unnatural confidence. With a slow and deliberate movement, she placed the tea tray on the corner of Max's desk. Then, without any hesitation, she stepped forward and sat right on Max's lap.Her body was light, but there was something wrong with the warmth coming from her skin. It was too cold, too controlled.Max stiffened immediately. "What do you mean by this?" he asked.Liora did not answer with words. Instead, she wrapped both arms around Max's neck. Her fingers gently touched the back of his neck, as if she had done this thousands of times before. Her face moved closer, and her breath brushed his cheek."My pussy has been so dry, Sir," she whispered. Her voice was low and pretended to be shy, but her eyes looked hungry. "It has been a long time since I was fucked. From the first day I saw you... I knew. You are too handsome. Too strong. I want to feel your body inside me."Her fingers cra

Aurora kept walking without looking back. Her steps were fast but unsteady, as if every breath was a struggle. Her tears finally broke free on the silent path, her shoulders shaking hard while the suitcase in her hand dragged behind her, its wheels scraping roughly against the asphalt. The night air felt cold and cruel, pressing against her chest that was tight with the pain of betrayal. Behind her, Liora followed with small, hesitant steps, keeping her distance as if she did not want to disturb her, yet close enough to appear loyal. Her face was still pale, and her wet eyes continued to glisten under the streetlights. “Madam Aurora…” Liora called softly when they finally reached the main road. Her voice was gentle and careful, like touching an open wound. “Do not cry like this. This is not your fault.” Aurora stopped. She lowered her head, her breath uneven, tears falling without control. “I am sorry,” she said between sobs, her voice almost breaking. “I am truly sorry, Liora. I d