The hotel room had thick curtains drawn.
The burgundy curtain fabric cascaded onto the floor, with layers of lace showcasing luxury and delicacy.
Norris Moore's gaze slowly shifted from the thick curtains to the man smoking lazily on the couch, playing with his phone, without paying her any attention.
She stood at the door, motionless.
She didn't know what to say, anyway.
It just... felt absurd.
What were the bodyguards even doing when she was out these past few days?
If they were eventually going to bring her to this man, were those bodyguards just for show?
She moved her lips slightly and laughed silently in disdain.
Rufus Swallow sent the text, and then gracefully rose from the couch. He was tall and slender, dressed casually, with exquisite features – a stunningly good-looking mixed-race face. His blue eyes lent him an added touch of aristocracy; all in all, he appeared—quite normal.
