He glanced at the still tightly closed bedroom door and rose to walk towards the door.
The closer he got to the door, the more clearly John Fame could hear the commotion outside.
It was that Miss Aurora Dupont again.
"Why aren't you letting me in? This is my room, I only lent it to John Fame for one night."
"Miss Dupont, please return."
"Move! You want to just send me off with a single sentence? If you don't want me to go in, call John Fame out..."
"Miss Dupont, please don't make things difficult for me..."
John Fame opened the door, his voice low: "Aurora Dupont, what are you making a fuss about this early in the morning?"
"I came for you."
John Fame took a cursory glance at her: "Come in."
After he spoke, he turned back. Aurora Dupont huffed at the door security and hurriedly entered.
As soon as Aurora Dupont walked in, she saw John Fame standing in front of the couch, his clothes disheveled, looking exhausted.
