“What happened, Aveline?” Zayed inquired. “Nothing,” she replied tersely. Zayed gazed out of the penthouse suite’s floor-to-ceiling glass window, the Eiffel Tower standing tall before him. Aveline’s jerky nod acknowledged the beauty of the morning. “A beautiful morning for a new start,” Zayed murmured, pulling Aveline closer. But she resisted, asking sharply, “What start?” Zayed hesitated, then continued, “Our life, Aveline. After last night—” His words were cut off by Ava’s sarcastic laughter. “After last night, what?” she retorted. “Sex is not a promise, Zayed!” She left him speechless. “Aveline. Last night—I thought—” Zayed struggled. “You thought what?” Aveline’s eyes blazed. “That just because I slept with you, I forgot everything you did to me?” Her accusation hung heavy. “If yes, then you are bloody naive, Zayed.” Aveline，Zayed