372 Room 2307, Please

The man standing at the hotel reception desk was undeniably striking.

His sharp features, complemented by an aloof aura, created a sense of distance, almost as if he radiated an unapproachable energy. Though he wasn’t dressed in formal attire, his beige cashmere sweater paired with a deep navy shirt and corduroy trousers exuded elegance. A sleek sports watch adorned his wrist, and his shoes were the latest running sneakers from a well-known brand.

Clearly, he was someone who valued an active lifestyle.

Miranda couldn't help but notice him. Her gaze lingered a moment too long, drawing the man’s attention. He turned his head and locked eyes with her. For a second, it felt as though he wasn’t just looking at her but through her, as if searching for someone else in her gaze.

Realizing the intensity of the exchange, Miranda quickly averted her eyes. What was she doing staring at a stranger like that?