In the evening, the wind blew with a little coldness.
Louis Wellington arranged a room in the opposite hotel, where he could clearly see the people coming and going in this residential building. He opened the curtain slightly and observed the pedestrians.
"It's still early. That person probably won't enter so soon." Louis turned around and said calmly.
Compared with his calmness, Wendy Cassia seemed a little uneasy. She was not afraid, but the closer she got to the truth, the more anxious she became. With her hands crossed in front of her chest, she took a deep breath and stared at the phone on the table, absent-minded.
Noticing her uneasiness, Louis Wellington sat opposite her and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?" His voice was steady and deep, giving people a sense of security.
Wendy raised her eyes and looked into his golden eyes, with an expression of embarrassment on her face. "I'm wondering what if it's really Jasmine..."