Marco, who had gone a long way in a hurry, glanced at the luxurious dial on his wrist, which read Noon and Twenty Minutes, and there was a hint of resentment in his handsome face. The meeting was too long for him to control. Troubles at the big Italian branch forced him to fly back to Florence tonight.
With long steps, Xiao Zhang stopped in front of the office before opening the door and entering.
Tayakey, the woman who overwhelmed him, the woman who went deep into his brain cells, the woman who made him feel like a boy again, lying on the same sofa. He saw her here for the first time the night she slept.
The young man slowly closed the door and then stopped in front of her. His handsome face showed traces of a smile. He sat on his heels and gently stroked his cheek with amber fingers.
