Chapter 153 - Wrong Direction

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Under the faint moonlight, she could vaguely make out the room as a luxurious, presidential suite.

When she entered the room, she made out the lavish decor, rose-embellished European arches, and expensive Saxon rugs; there was also a king-size bed for five persons in the suite.

A refreshing evening breeze was blowing from the slightly ajar windows. It set the crimson curtains fluttering and flipping.

"Hmm… Did I enter the wrong room?"

She hastily turned around and was surprised to find the door locked. She twisted and turned the doorknob to no avail; it would not budge.

Is the door locked from the outside?

Alarmed, she banged the door hard and shouted for help, "Is anybody there?! Why is the door locked?! Is anyone out there?!"

There was no reply.

Silence.

Her heart raced fast at being trapped in total darkness. She had serious night blindness, which rendered her incapable of differentiating the directions in the dark. Moving and touching her way around the room, she tried to find the switch. She gave up in the end.

The dead silence surrounding her filled her with dread and insecurity.

She blindly made her way to the windows and flipped the curtains open, causing the luminous moonlight to filter in.

This was when she became aware of something moving behind her. It was as if there were another presence in the room.

She held her breath in fear. A series of calm footsteps, which was accompanied by aggression, approached her in the darkness.

She was in full alert mode and was about to turn to leave when, in the next second, a cold hand reached out and effortlessly covered her eyes.

Before she could struggle and resist, her hands were held captive. She was easily held captive.

Soon after, she felt a towering presence close in on her, and then her back was pushed onto the cold window pane.

She sucked in a deep breath in terror.

She could tell that it was a tall and lean man. She only reached up to his chest. As she was preparing to yell in confrontation, the man bent down and blocked her mouth.

He launched his attacks in rapid succession, like water released from the dam, and effortlessly prevented her from reacting at all.

Deeply embarrassed, she struggled to escape. She yanked her head to look at her attacker and was stunned on the spot by a pair of seductive and mesmerizing eyes staring back at her. It was Mu Yazhe. His handsomely sharp features and well-defined contours confronted her eyes under the dim moonlight.

This was her first time seeing him up close and personal.

His eyes were tilted long and narrow, like an almond seed, and his eyelashes were thick and long, like the wings of a black phoenix. All these added to his charm.

He had a unique scent that was not from a deodorant. It was a scent that could only come from a man.

She lost her composure and stared at him dumbstruck. Her back was on the windowpane, which the coldness of could not compare to the chill in his eyes.

He looked so regal and proud, just like a mighty tyrant.

Their two pairs of eyes locked onto each other. He forcibly hugged her closer, slightly lowered his head, and lightly pecked her lips.