Suzanne Trent: "..."
Her toes reflexively curled on the carpet, "What are you doing?"
Mason King gazed deeply into her eyes for a while, noticing her standing there like a statue, refusing to budge.
Suzanne seemed to hear a faint sigh from him, then saw the man, who others described as dignified and aloof, bend down and pick up the disposable indoor slippers provided by the hotel. Standing up straight, he walked towards her.
Not until the handsome tall man reached her, glanced at her, then bent down to place the slippers at her feet, said he in a deep voice, "Put your shoes on."
Suzanne lifted her foot reflexively without even thinking that Mason was virtually helping her put on the slippers. After she had put them on, the man stood up straight. The moment their eyes met, Suzanne hurriedly said, "I… I'm going to my room first…"
Before her words fell, her stomach grumbled embarrassingly.