Sunlight streamed through the slightly parted curtains of the hotel room. William slowly opened his eyes, his head still heavy. But gradually, his memories started to return—about the nightclub, about the woman who approached him, and most vividly… about Evelyn.
He turned his head to find Evelyn sitting on the chair near the window, wearing a thin blouse, her hair cascading softly over her shoulders. She was gazing outside, yet a small smile lingered on her lips.
“Morning,” William murmured as he sat up.
Evelyn turned to him. “Morning.”
“Sorry if I troubled you last night,” William said, rubbing his temples.
“It’s fine. You just needed some rest.”
Before William could say anything else, Evelyn’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and chuckled.
“Who is it?” William asked as he reached for a bottle of water.
“Julian,” Evelyn replied, then answered the call on speaker.
Julian’s voice came through, sharp and eager. “I’ve got something you need to see, Evelyn. If you think William’s a g
