Why should he care about her grievances, her resentment?
Her hand suddenly felt cold; he let go of her, "My house is not far from here..."
He didn’t mind that Momo had just rejected him. After giving her the address, he also told her the password.
Then he walked to the window, opened it, and surveyed the terrain outside...
"Miss Momo, where are we going now?"
Leaving the hotel, the bodyguard respectfully asked Momo.
Earlier in the hotel room, the attitude and tone of the man named Ye Zhan when speaking to Miss Momo surprised them and made them feel that their relationship was quite unusual.
Especially the way that man looked at Miss Momo.
Momo stood on the streets of L City in the deep night, looking at this unfamiliar city, the words Ye Zhan just said echoing in her ears.
She didn’t understand what he meant at all.
Clearly, he didn’t like her, yet he wouldn’t let her withdraw.
Clearly, he didn’t like her, yet he would flirt from time to time.
Clearly, he didn’t like her, yet he made it so she couldn’t forget him.
She took more than ten days to calm her emotions, only for them to be thrown into disarray again by his reappearance.
"Let’s stay at a hotel."
Momo tightly pressed her lips, forbidding herself from thinking about that man again.
She also forbade her emotions from being swayed by him.
Since he said to wait until he’s finished, then wait until he’s finished to discuss.
No matter what explanation he gives her by then, in the meantime, she wouldn’t allow herself to fall for him again.
She didn’t like ambiguity.
So, in the absence of his feelings for her, she forced herself to let go instead of entangling.
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Momo found another hotel. Upon entering the room, she instructed the bodyguards not to tell her parents about what happened tonight.
"Miss Momo, we..."
"You are my bodyguards. If you don’t listen to me, there’s no need for you to follow me anymore."
Momo’s face grew solemn, her cold words carried a touch of authority.
The two bodyguards exchanged a glance and, not daring to disagree, promised not to speak out of turn.
Momo no longer looked at them, stepped into the room, and closed the door.
The first thing was to take her pajamas to the bathroom for a shower.
After a fortable soak, washing off the indescribable lingering scent of someone from her body, Momo emerged from the bathroom in a nightdress.
Exhausted and sleepy, her body felt even more worn after the bath. She collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to dry her wet hair, and fell asleep.
If not for the phone ringing, Momo wouldn’t have woken up at all.
Half-asleep, she reached for the phone on the bedside table, yawning, and without even glancing at the caller ID, she pressed the answer button, "Hello."
"Junior sister, where are you now?"
"I’m at the hotel, sleeping."
Maybe it was because she slept overnight, Momo’s voice was very hoarse.
After speaking, she yawned again, then felt a terrible headache.
She struggled to open her eyes, looking toward the closed drapes of the French windows, unsure of the weather outside, though the room was already brightened.
But the light was dim, and she couldn’t tell what time it was.
Pressing her temple with one hand, she heard Huo Song’s concerned voice ing through warmly, "Junior sister, I’m at the farmhouse hotel where you stayed yesterday. They said last night you encountered robbers, and then you checked out..."
"You came to L City?"
Momo hesitantly asked.
Her head seemed to hurt even more.
Not only did her temples ache, but her frontal lobe was also in severe pain.
She changed from pressing her temple with her index finger to massaging with several fingers together.
"Junior sister, your voice is very hoarse. Are you sick? Please tell me where you are first, and I’ll e to you to discuss."
Huo Song detected something wrong in her tone, his voice carrying even more concern.
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