On New Year's morning, she was lying in bed, half asleep and half awake, when the doorbell suddenly rang loudly. She groaned, pulled the blanket over her head, and rolled around in bed for several rounds. When she finally stopped, the doorbell was still ringing.
Annoyed, she jumped out of bed, put on her pajamas, and rushed to the door, eager to find out which fool had disturbed her peaceful sleep. But when she saw the person standing outside, she froze in place.
How could it be him? Wasn't he supposed to be spending the New Year with the woman he loved? Why was he here? Besides, Bonnie had mentioned that the BlackRock people always go back to the U.S. for the holidays, so his appearance here was strange indeed!
Outside the door, he stood with a weary expression on his handsome face, a large suitcase behind him, and was weakly leaning against the wall, pressing the doorbell in a slow, almost indifferent manner.
