During this time, the man made a phone call and asked the hotel front desk to send a set of women's clothes.
The rich aroma of coffee lingered in the air and reached Kaitlyn Webb's nose. She turned over and slowly opened her eyes.
Still sleepy and not fully awake, she stared blankly at the tall back of the man by the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling lost for a moment, unsure of where she was.
Kaitlyn was stunned for a long time until her mind gradually cleared, and she inexplicably recalled everything from last night. Her face turned bright red.
"…" She covered her face but kept her eyes fixed on Morgan Benson.
The man was dressed in a simple white casual outfit, yet still looked incredibly handsome. Especially at this moment, as he stood with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a coffee cup, bathed in the morning light.
The pale golden sunlight cast a glow around him, making him seem unreal, like a deity stepping out from a comic.
