315 Fiancé

The next day. 

''Oh no,'' As soon as Diana entered the car, she slapped her forehead, ''I think I forgot my phone and some other things in our room.'' 

''I will go and get them for you,'' Maxim suggested. 

"You can't find them all. I will be back in two minutes,'' she was gone even before she finished speaking. 

Maxim glanced at her retreating back till she was out of his sight. 

Once she was gone, he leaned back on the seat and gently tapped the steering wheel, his gaze falling on the compartment box in the car. 

Something flashed in his eyes. 

He sat up straight before opening the box. A folded tissue laid there idly. 

It was the very same tissue that Diana's father had dropped in his pocket quietly before he left.

Maxim picked it up before opening it. The sight of an elegant cursive handwriting greeted his vision.