After what seemed like ages, she finally came around slowly, and the moment she opened her eyes, she stared at the extravagantly delicate ceiling in a trance...
It took her several minutes before she sat up slowly, her whole body aching. As her eyes focused on the heart-pounding marks on her arm, she couldn't help but smile.
Assuming that the man had already left, Emma Benson did not wrap herself in the blanket before getting out of bed. After only a few steps, she suddenly saw the tall figure of the man stepping out from the bathroom.
"Ah!..." Emma Benson turned around in panic, snatching the blanket to wrap herself tightly. She blushed as she stole a glance at the crystal wall clock.
It was already nine o'clock. Why hadn't he left yet?
Walter Schmidt was dressed in a white shirt and suit pants, his hair slightly damp, clearly having just taken a shower. His dark pupils were fixed on the mark on the woman's neck, his eyes narrowing, the color in them deepening.
