Take this

Diana was acutely aware of how to hurt and annoy him, a strategy that seemed to bring her a strange sense of satisfaction.

Max shifted his gaze away from Diana, his thoughts tangled in the web of hurt and resentment.

Diana's soothing voice cut through the tense atmosphere, a deceptive calmness masking the storm that brewed beneath the surface.

"You should now get some rest," she advised, her words carrying a hint of concern.

"Call her right now," Max urged, his tone a sharp command.

Diana pursed her lips, the rage bubbling within her threatening to explode. The wounds of jealousy and pain were fresh, and Max's insistence on reaching out to the maid reignited the flames of her anger.

Diana, her face stern and determined, put the first aid kit box on the table with purpose. Max remained on the bed, his posture unchanged, caught in the crossfire of their unspoken conflict.

She stood up and went to get a glass of water for him.

"Take this."

Max's laughter echoed, a bitter sound that reve