"Ok, I'll behave myself." Freud's breath smelled like alcohol all over, and he simply couldn't keep his eyes off of Chandler.
Chandler felt very nervous at the moment. By the time she got out of the elevator, her phone still hadn't rang again.
D*mn Michael, would he really not come?
If he didn't come, what should she do?
If she entered the room with him, that would be the end of everything.
While Chandler was struggling about what to do next, Freud had already pushed her into the room.
The deluxe suit in Hillton Hotel had always been luxurious, and the night view outside the French windows looked even more fabulous.
Freud locked the door from inside, and Chandler's heart skipped a beat at once!
Then, Freud came forward and hugged Chandler, and then he couldn't wai
