Back at the hotel, swiping the card to open the door.
Once inside the room, Charlotte Lane noticed that the living room light was still off.
Usually, no matter where they were, if she was not home, Christopher Clark would always leave the living room light on, waiting for her to return.
Today, entering the room, it was completely dark.
As she slightly furrowed her brow, intending to gauge her surroundings, Arthur North suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist. With a swift motion, he pressed her against a wall and kissed her.
With her lips pried open, Charlotte Lane shivered slightly, clenching the clothes on Arthur North's waist.
She held onto his clothes, trying to pull him away, but failed. After a while, she hummed lightly in protest.
"Arthur North..."
Arthur North gently bit her lips, he then drew back slightly and rested his forehead against hers.
There was no light in the room, complete darkness, only the moist warm breaths of each other.
