"Well, don't make me wait too long. I just don't understand why you are so good at telling stories,
considering that you are just the president of a group and not involved in publishing books. It's almost
as if you have personally experienced them."
Sophia was confused. She was afraid that what Kevin had told her was just a made-up story meant to
arouse her interest.
"This is the story between me and my wife, so I am familiar with it. It's a trump card. Are you still
worried that I can't tell a story that you are satisfied with?" Kevin looked at Sophia with a serious
expression.
The woman glanced at the two people again and nodded. "I hope your story will have a happy ending."
Then, she left, leaving only a note with her address.
"Kevin, why didn't you tell me that you were here for business?" After the last trip to Maldives, Anne
was no longer as indifferent to Kevin as she used to be. Instead, she asked him questions whenever
she had doubts.
He smiled. "I did bring you here for fun. We're just doing some business in between."
His expression was calm, as if he was not excited at all.
"Oh, I see. Let's go and find some interesting places to visit." She then grabbed Kevin's hand and
strode forward.
After walking dozens of meters, Anne realized that she had been used to holding Kevin's hand.
She wanted to let go, but Kevin tightened his hold.
There was nothing she could do but allow Kevin to hold her hand.
In fact, the two of them knew that since the business was settled, they didn't have much time to enjoy
themselves, but they weren't the type of people who would indulge themselves in fun anyway. After
wandering the streets of Paris for a while, they had a casual meal in a restaurant and found a hotel to
rest.
That hotel was not as exciting as the one in Maldives. It looked more like a French man, reserved,
implicit and romantic.
The scenery was simple and unadorned, and so was the hotel.
It looked like it was built a long time before.
"We want a room," Kevin said.
But Anne immediately realized that she didn't want to experience the embarrassment she felt in
Maldives anymore.
"Two, please," she added.
The French man behind the counter was a little surprised. "Are you sure you want two?"
No wonder he would ask. Kevin already knew that Anne was embarrassed because of what had
happened in Maldives, so he had booked a suite, where there would be two rooms and one living
room.
"There are many rooms here. So it's not convenient for us to get in touch with each other if we will take
two," Kevin whispered in Anne's ear.
His voice was soft and his lips almost brushed her ear when he spoke.
A wave of numbness rushed through her body, and her earlobes turned red. However, with people
around, she didn't dare to say anything to Kevin. She just glared at him.
"Okay, we'll only take one room," Kevin said.
The receptionist produced an invoice and handed him the room card. A valet then accompanied them
to the third floor.
The moment he opened the door for them, Anne was attracted by the classical Parisian style of the
suite. Even the decoration was vintage, and it gave her the feeling of living in a different epoch.
"Do you like it?" Kevin asked.
Anne looked around and found that there were indeed two rooms and a big living room. In the middle of
the living room, there was a large bronze European style chandelier, emitting soft light.
"Yes, I like it very much. Kevin, go ahead with your work. I'm going to bed." After taking a look at her
room, Anne felt particularly relaxed. She went straight into the room ready to take a shower and get
some rest.
Kevin smiled. Seeing Anne's contentment made him happy.
He turned on the computer he had brought with him and started to work on the stories for Miss Sophia.
Although Anne was taking a shower, he could barely hear any noise because the room was
soundproof.
His slender fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, always fast, and sometimes stopped, indicating that
he was thinking. But half an hour later, the lights suddenly went off.
Then, Anne screamed in the bathroom.
Kevin immediately put down his computer and entered her room.
"Anne, are you okay?" he asked anxiously.
"Don't come over. I'm fine. I just slipped." Anne was a little annoyed and wondered why the power went
out. She had just taken a shower and was about to put on her pajamas when the lights went off.
She couldn't feel where her pajamas were, so she had to take a step forward. But the bubbles of the
shower gel on the ground hadn't been washed away, so she slipped at once.
She stood up against the wall, but still couldn't find her clothes. What was more, her foot seemed to
hurt. She didn't say anything and gritted her teeth, fearing that Kevin would come directly to her if he
heard her cry out in pain, which would be worse.
"Are you looking for this?" Kevin had good eyesight and soon adapted to the darkness.
The faint moonlight seeped in through the window, so he could see that Anne was groping for
something. But that thing was only one foot away from her.
He wanted to pretend not to see anything, but Anne was still fumbling, so in the end he picked up her
pajamas and handed them to her.
Feeling the fabric on her hands, Anne grabbed the clothes, but didn't know how to put them on. Her
eyesight was not good in the dark. It had never been.
Her foot hurt too. She fumbled for a while but still didn't get dressed.
"It's dark and it's not easy to get dressed. Let's go out first, okay?" Kevin suggested.
"Okay." Her voice was trembling, and she tried her best to endure the pain in her foot.
Walking straight to her, Kevin picked her up. She was wobbling but didn't dare to move.
Following the extremely dim moonlight, Kevin went all the way to Anne's room. Her soft skin was
rubbing against his body. He frowned and felt his mind explode.
He put Anne on the bed and looked down at her. Seeing her at a loss, he felt sorry for her and gently
kissed her lips.
It seemed that the darkness had dissipated all her worries. She responded enthusiastically until the
pain made her cry out. Kevin immediately stopped.
"Your foot is injured," he said in a low voice, his face crumpled in a frown.
He felt a little glum. He thought that his relationship with Anne had finally made some progress, but the
good moment was still ruined.
However, he didn't feel uncomfortable. After all, the health of the woman he liked was the most
important.
"I'm going out to buy some medicine. Be careful here," he added.
"No." Anne pulled him, preventing him from leaving.
"What's wrong?"
Blinking in the darkness, Anne said, "I'll go with you."
But Kevin's objection arrived promptly. "No, your foot is injured. You can't move freely."
Anne was a very patient and resilient woman. If it weren't for the pain, she wouldn't have cried out.
"But I want to go out," still, she insisted.
In fact, she was just a little scared. After getting along with Kevin those days, she got used to being
with him. She even let him see shortcomings that she usually concealed well, such as her fear of the
dark.
After pondering for a while, he nodded. "Okay, my phone is here. I'll go out first. Put on some clothes
and call me when you're ready."
He gave her his phone and walked out.
After he left, Anne turned on the flashlight and got dressed. As soon she saw Kevin with his back to
her, a sweet smile inadvertently appeared at the corners of her mouth, as if she was relieved because
of his presence.
"I'm ready. Let's go out." Putting on a pair of slippers, Anne was about to leave, when Kevin picked her
up.
"Don't do it, or others will talk nonsense." After all, they were in a foreign country. She just felt a little
uncomfortable and ashamed to be held like that.
But then she heard Kevin chuckle. "It doesn't matter. My woman's foot is injured. If I let her walk by
herself, others will talk nonsense."
"Male chauvinism," Anne grumbled with a frown, but at last she grabbed hold of Kevin's neck tightly.
"Yes, I am a male chauvinist. So, you just need to be a happy little woman in front of me," he said
dotingly.
The two walked out, only to find that there were candles in front of the counter. Most of the rooms were
not lit, so it was even darker there.
"Why is the power off here?" Kevin asked unhappily. It was a sin to hurt his woman.
The receptionist pointed at the sign under the dim candlelight. "Advocating economy. The power is cut
off at eight o'clock every Wednesday night for an hour."
"I see." Anne didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. It was nobody's fault that they didn't see the note
because the sign was obvious.
"Let's ask him where the hospital is," she proposed.
Kevin didn't want to make things difficult for the receptionist. He asked him in fluent French. The
receptionist pointed at a clinic not far away. There was no electricity supply in the whole street except
there.
Kevin took Anne to the clinic. Fortunately, the lights were off and the street was dark, so Anne didn't
feel embarrassed.
After applying the medicine, he took her back to the hotel. She felt that her legs were useless. She was
carried back and forth. "Kevin, please don't carry me. Let me down so I can walk."
"No, my woman can't walk with her injured foot." After saying that, he kissed her on the forehead,
which made her blush. Finally, she buried her face in his arms and kept silent.
The two of them went back to their room. After more than ten minutes, the light was on again.
Anne's eyes felt a little uncomfortable because they had been in darkness for a long time.
Seeing her struggle to keep her eyes open, Kevin reached out his hand to block the light for her and
didn't take it away until she adapted to it.
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