At night, her pair of brown eyes stunned the fire in the night of the whole city. She was charming and deep, noble and warm, as if others could be enveloped by his eyes and didn't want to leave his sight at all.
She wanted to be watched by him forever.
As the wind blew, Chloe's hair fluttered.
Slowly, she looked away. "... Nothing, I just thought of a problem. Mr. Emperor can call my room through the private or landline?"
"This is a traditional phone, as long as the front desk has internal authority." Aman patiently answered her and looked at her again. "You shouldn't bring a mobile phone when you come out. You can only call your room at night."
Chloe thought for a while and suddenly understood. "Yes, of course, I didn't bring anything when I came out. Money, phone, passport, nothing. It doesn't matter, right? There won't be any problems for us to go tomorrow?"