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    “I’ll take you back,” Norton suddenly said, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her throat run dry.


    Yvonne knew better than to protest.


    And so, after settling the bill, they took a leisurely stroll back to the hotel.


    Norton walked her all the way to their floor.


    “Aren’t you busy? You should go,” Yvonne urged him, recalling how urgent his phone call had sounded earlier.


    “There’s no rush. I need to recharge a bit, anyway.” A smile tugged at Norton’s lips as he closed the door behind him.


    Then he took slow, deliberate steps toward her, each one more ominous than thest.


    Yvonne instinctively backed away until she felt her waist bump against the edge of a table. There was nowhere for her to run. Norton leaned in, and Yvonne gasped, thinking he might kiss her again. She ducked her head in a panic.


    To her surprise, he simply wrapped an arm around her waist, shielding her from the sharp edge of the table, and pulled her into a tight embrace.


    She froze,pletely caught off-guard.


    “Don’t move,” he murmured into her hair. “Just let me hold you for a while.” His warm breath grazed her ear, traveling down to her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.


    After what felt like an eternity, he released her and gently patted her head. “I’m leaving now. Don’t wait up for me tonight.”


    Yvonne nodded and watched him go. This time, the blush on her cheeks remained long after he was gone.


    Some timeter, Margie called. “Yvonne, when are we going home? I honestly can’t stand the food here anymore!”


    Yvonne thought about it for a moment. “How about tomorrow? I already found a flight that would work with our schedule.”


    “Perfect!” Margie eximed in delight. “Let’s book our tickets right now. I can’t wait to feast when we get back!”


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    Yvonne couldn’t help butugh at that. The two chatted for a while before hanging up to book their respective tickets.


    She had nned to tell Norton about her departure, but the night stretched on, and there was still no sign of himing back. She had no choice but to give up and go to bed. When she woke up the next morning, he was already gone.


    Sighing in resignation, she freshened up and packed her belongings.


    When she exited the bedroom, she found another spread of dishes waiting for her on the dining table. She took a few bites and packed some pancakes for Margie before leaving the room key on the table. She paused in the doorway to sweep her gaze across the room for thest time, then stepped out and closed the door softly behind her.


    Margie was already waiting at the airport when Yvonne arrived. No sooner had Yvonne stepped out of the taxi than Margie rushed over to greet her.


    Yvonne handed over the bag of pancakes. “I brought these for you. Eat them while they’re still warm.”


    Margie took one bite, and her eyes immediately lit up. “These are amazing! Better than anything I’ve had back home! You’re too good to…”


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