Soon, lunch was over, and the old grandmother, due to her age and habit of taking a nap, returned to her room. And Mama Anna also left, wanting to give her son and daughter-in-law some alone time. Seeing the elders leave, Dean soon stood up, “Misha, I have some things to do, I need to head back to the city.” “Can’t you stay a little longer? Do you really have to go?” Misha tried to keep him. “You’re an understanding girl… Misha!” Though his tone was indifferent, it conveyed his firm intention to leave. “Alright then, dear, remember to let me know you’re safe…” Knowing she couldn’t change his mind, Misha settled for a reminder of his earlier promise. “Okay! Bye!” “Bye, dear!” Dean quickly got into his car, heading towards the city. He wanted to see Ye Ye, no matter what, he wanted to see her! [From Paris to Rome: Thirteen, Passing by Fate]
Ye Ye hung up on Dean, feeling extremely depressed, with an indescribable sensation. Frustrated, she tugged at her hair; since she decided to leave, to not continue this foolish bet, she should leave. Ye Ye put back on the clothes she wore last night, giving a longing look at Dean’s shirt she had taken off… Oh well, no matter how good, it belongs to someone else… Walking to the desk, she wrote a few lines in English: “I’m sorry, let’s cancel the bet… This perfume, I give it to you, as a memento, and when it’s gone… forget about me…” She left behind a bottle of her homemade “Night Soul” in her bag, a black crystal rectangular bottle with simple, three-dimensional diamond-cut facets, with the purple letter “NightSoul” written in the lower right corner. Closing the suite door, Ye Ye returned to her room. She quickly packed her things, contacted Miaomiao and the others, made up an excuse for them to return, and told them she needed to change hotels immediately to avoid her brother’s pursuit. Miaomiao and Qiuyu, without suspicion, cooperated swiftly with Ye Ye. The three of them, with their luggage, checked out and left the hotel. Sitting in the front passenger seat of a taxi, Ye Ye’s phone suddenly slipped from her pocket. As she bent down to pick it up—
Dean’s convoy soon arrived at the hotel. As Dean got out of the car with his bodyguards and was about to enter the hotel, a taxi passed by him—
