The room fell into darkness once again, with only the faint glow from Kaitlyn Webb's phone illuminating a small area around her.
The man stopped by the door and casually turned on several small lights in the bedroom. The soft golden glow wasn't very bright but full of ambiance.
It allowed the room's furnishings to be seen clearly, and finally, the man's face was visible under the faintly flickering light. His face was strikingly handsome and chiseled, like a sculpture, deep and mesmerizing.
He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. Today, he even wore a tie, looking very formal.
In his hands, the man also held a bouquet of red tulips. In the dim light, the flowers were faintly visible with dew still on them, indicating they were freshly picked.
Kaitlyn Webb suddenly felt very nervous, gripping her phone tightly, her arm trembling slightly.
