The two men behind them have disappeared, probably to deliver the shopping bags to the car at his command.
Now is the last chance to escape.
Katrina glances over at Aaron, who looks unperturbed and unsuspecting.
There’s an ice cream shop in the lobby on the first floor.
Katrina bites her lips and tugs the edge of his shirt, asking softly, “Aaron?”
Aaron turns around with a bored look on his face. “Hmm?”
She just went to the bathroom, what does she want this time?
“I want ice cream!” Katrina says, pointing her slender finger at the ice cream shop in front of her.
Katrina's voice has the soft quality of a cute feminine tone, especially when she called his name in a low voice. It’s more coquettish, making his heart unconsciously soften.
Aaron looks in the direction and sees the ice c
