Chapter 39 The Encounter at the Airport
I gasped and closed my eyes while bracing for the impact. But the next second, I felt my body embraced and almost drifting.
I could hear gasps and applause while I trembled. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the arms of a
tall man, wrapped in his firm, masculine presence.
He wore a black mask and was staring at me intensely. Something about his eyes seemed familiar. I held on to his arm as I stared back at him.
He put me down and steadied me without saying a word. His eyes shifted to my hands on his arm, I
quickly pulled it away and smiled awkwardly. “I’m sorry! Thank you!”
Another person had picked up my luggage and brought it to me, saying, “You should be careful! That was
a close call. Thankfully, this gentleman was quick!”
I nodded at the man. “Thank you so much!”
“Where are you headed?” His voice sounded husky.
I looked at him, puzzled. His voice sounded oddly familiar, too, I observed the composed man with his deep, mysterious eyes.
He sensed my confusion and pulled down his mask to reveal a charmingly defined face. I chuckled in
surprise when I recognized him. “Mr. Pierce!”
I was relieved to discover why his eyes were familiar. After all, I had just met him. He was the one who
represented Mr. Wright at this morning’s meeting at ATL Empire.
He adjusted his mask. “It’s late. Let’s go together.”
I was getting ahead of myself,
Upon arriving in the city, I said, “Mr. Pierce, you can drop me off on the side of the road. I take a cab here.”
“It’s alright. Just give the driver the address.” He left no room for debate, so I gave in and gave the driver my home address.
The driver drove me all the way to the entrance to my neighborhood. I thanked them profusely and got out of the car. With a quick turn, I entered my house.
It was after 1 a.m., so I was surprised to see the bedroom dimly lit. Just as I was about to call Matthew’s name, I heard something strange coming from the room–it sounded like moaning.
I immediately knew what was going on. My ears buzzed, and my mind went blank. I moved like a puppet toward the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. There were unbearable sounds, and I saw two
gleaming bodies tangled together. !
Seeing the two people’s faces in the bedroom’s dim light was harder to accept. I couldn’t believe that it was her
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