They chatted away into the night. It was around ten o’clock by the time they said farewell to each other. Rosemary left first while Zoe stood at the entrance of the hotel. Tugging at her scarf, she turned around and was about to get into her car when a car pulled over by her side.
The rear seat door was opened and a hand reached out, pulling her inside. She fell into the man’s arms and smelled the familiar scent. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was. Her voice was trembling slightly when she spoke. “Mason!”
The man in question remained quiet. Holding her waist, he pulled her against them so that their flesh was pressing on each other. Then, he pressed a button and the black partition rose. It even provided them with a soundproof space in the rear seat.
All they could hear in the cramped space was their breathing. He was looking at her so intently that it was impossible to miss out the gloominess in his eyes.
Her lips were trembling lightly. “What’s the meaning of this?”
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