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It was night.
At the presidential suite of Nepal Hotel, the clear glass windows reflected the starry night sky.
Antique wooden wall panels, carved with golden pentagrams.
As the waiter knocked, Anna Jadwin rushed to open the door: "I'll get it, you're the patient; stay put and don't move."
A cold, harsh smile appeared on Wayne Bailey's lips.
These past few days, she had been serving him attentively, occasionally teasing, but still taking good care of him.
He often gazed at her, lost in thought, wondering if there was the slightest bit of him in her mind…
In her heart, was there any trace of his name?
Wayne stood by the window, tall and statuesque, with deep-set features, radiating a cold and wickedly handsome air.
Anna was speechless. He had insisted on changing the location to here at the last minute.
As the cart was pushed in, his deep gaze was glued to her.
He wanted to see what tricks she would play tonight...
