Never See You Again

Seeing Sergio being serious about his words, Clara tightly clenched her fists.

Though unwilling, she dared not lose control of her emotions at this moment. "It's freezing outside... Can you please take me back home first?"

"I'll take you back but won't head up." Sergio's tone was firm.

Clara forced a smile. "Okay... I won't force you."

Sergio let Clara into the car.

At least she could stay in that apartment for now, proving she still had a chance.

As the evening approached, Sergio indeed did not accompany Clara upstairs. Clara rode the elevator alone and returned to her apartment.

She stood by the window and watched Sergio, who was about to leave. Then, she glanced at the fruit knife on the table nearby.

As if she had made up her mind, she dialed Sergio's number.

It took a long time for him to answer the phone.

Clara picked up the fruit knife and said to Sergio on the other end, "Sergio, I really like you. I've liked you for a long time, and I've been holding on until now because of you. If you really don't care about me..... I'd rather die now."

"What are you trying to do?" Sergio quickly sensed that something was wrong. He frowned and continued, "I still won't like you even if you commit suicide. Don't you do anything foolish."

"I really can't live without you. I'd rather die than lose you!"

Clara immediately hung up after saying this.

Then, she walked into the bathroom, lit a piece of incense, slowly removed all her clothes, and filled the

bathtub with hot water.

She made a shallow cut on her wrist, leaving a faint trace of blood.

Soon, footsteps echoed in the hallway, and Sergio, who had the key to the apartment, quickly opened the

door.

"Clara?" Sergio searched the room for her and saw only the bathroom light was on.

Sergio immediately pushed open the bathroom door.

The bathroom was filled with mist, and a faint, sweet fragrance hung in the air. Sergio found the scent oddly familiar-as if he had smelled it before.

But Clara didn't give Sergio time to think. She quickly threw herself into his arms, feeling his delicate skin

and warm touch.

Sergio was shocked by Clara's sudden action and tried to push her away, but her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck.

Her flushed face carried a scent of desire, and her eyes were brimming with longing.

"Sergio... I really can't live without you. Don't you like me?"

Clara's voice was soft and tingling, sounding different from usual.

Sergio felt a strange sensation coursing through his body. He was already struggling to contain his desire just from her gentle teasing.

"Sergio, look at me. You used to love me the most," Clara whispered as she kissed Sergio's lips, her tongue playfully teasing him.

Sergio felt his rationality slipping away. His mind went blank, and Clara seemed to transform into Maeve. He reached out and forcefully kissed her, his hand gripping the back of her neck.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Soon, both of them were breathing heavily, and Sergio pressed Clara against the bathroom door, kissing her passionately and venting the anger hidden inside him.

"Sergio..." Clara's face was flushed red. She finally succeeded.

"Maeve... Maeve... Sergio muttered, envisioning Maeve's face in front of him.

He wondered why Maeve never looked at him.