Outside the door, Quinn, weary from travel, glanced coldly at the man standing there in a bathrobe, then looked at her coming out from behind him, noticing her somewhat suggestive attire.
Her beautiful face wore a sweet smile, radiating a lazy, alluring charm. It was clear she had just experienced a perfect love-making session, something only a woman fully immersed in happiness could unconsciously exude.
A self-deprecating smile flickered across his determined face before he turned and walked away without a word. Seeing the two of them standing there, so happy and affectionate, he suddenly felt like a fool.
He had missed her, thought about her for days, finally worked up the courage to see her. After landing, he rushed straight to her apartment, which he had found out about from Bonnie. He rang the doorbell for a long time but received no answer.
