At 7 in the evening, I stepped out of the room, dressed in a tuxedo, freshly shaved, and impeccably groomed. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning, Mrs. Anderson," I complimented Anne, who also had just emerged from her room.She looked captivating, with a maroon velvet blouse that hugged her figure tightly down to her knees, featuring an open shoulder cut, and her hair elegantly swept up, revealing her graceful neck and tempting allure."Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I must ensure that the women out there lose their confidence to snatch my husband away. By the way, you look amazing too, Mr. Anderson.""Thank you. I bet it's because this husband of yours is a very lucky man.""He did... He did," Anne teased me with a mischievous wink.For a moment, I hesitated between proceeding with our evening plans or pulling her back into the room. It wasn't the women she needed to worry about but the lecherous gazes of men who would stare as if they wanted to undress her, and I didn't want that."Danzel?

"Well, you both already know each other? I'm impressed. My instincts and Pam were right about you two, Mr. Anderson. You're not just ordinary people," Mr. Yolke praised, chuckling and causing his plump belly to jiggle."Oh, you don't know, Yolke? News about a young man who suddenly showed up at my company and boldly declared himself as my competitor? Didn't I just finish telling you about it? Your irritated reaction when I recounted it was truly convincing," Margareth retorted sharply.Mr. and Mrs. Yolke exchanged puzzled looks. "What do you mean, Margareth? Are you saying that the young man in your story earlier is Mr. Anderson here?! Oh, I'm stupidly slow in catching up with the situation!" Mr. Yolke exclaimed, taken aback but covering it up with a nervous laugh."Come on, Margareth, you've made our host uncomfortable; it's quite unethical," I said with a straight face as I walked toward the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat casually across from them. Anne followed suit, smi

"Where are we? I don't see a kebab stall anywhere, and you've led me to this disheveled back alley. I'm starving, Dan," Anne whined as I parked my car in the dimly lit, deserted alley and opened the door for her, playing the role of a gentleman."Just come along; I have a surprise for you," I teased with a wide grin."A surprise? Well, lucky me for playing the role of Mrs. Anderson. No, wait a second, I think I know this area. This is the row of buildings behind Esta Piazza, and if I'm not mistaken, that back door belongs to La Tavola Reale?" Anne said as she began to piece it together.I smiled at her deduction, "Bingo.""Wait, is this allowed? Are we trespassing? Their security is really tight! I don't want to embarrass myself, Danzel, and end up in jail," Anne fretted as I held her hand, leading her toward the door she had mentioned."Don't worry, Anne, I know the chef and owner of this restaurant.""Really? You're lying; they're notoriously mysterious.""Well, I helped them naviga

Hearing Lyan's whisper made me swallow hard."What does Lyan mean? Does he know something about me? Ah, maybe he's just beating around the bush."Lyan left the room, drawing the heavy curtains that covered this circular-shaped lounge. Liliana approached me with an incredibly seductive move. My conscience was debating whether to play along or get as far away from this place as possible. Meanwhile, Liliana was getting closer.She tugged at my belt, looping her arm around my neck. Damn morals! Liliana's temptation was too tempting to resist. My arms pulled her closer to me, and Liliana let out a soft, pleasure-filled laugh at my reaction. Her soft, seductive voice ignited a wild passion within me as her lips drew near my ear to whisper something naughty. I couldn't wait to hear those mischievous words."You're quite naughty, Danzel."Hearing that, my awareness returned to 100%, and I pushed her away from my body."Aw! Not the reaction I was hoping for, but no matter. Oh, did I kill your

*Ding*A message arrived on Anne's phone while she was in the middle of her evening routine. She had just finished her shower and was now sitting at her vanity, applying serum to her face to keep it healthy and moisturized. Her hair was still wet, so she took the time to blow-dry it, making sure her pillow wouldn't get damp and disrupt her sleep.After an hour had passed, she grabbed her laptop and reviewed Dr. Bertha's report on the progress of the inn's construction, the budget that needed to be prepared, and the building material suppliers that needed to be contacted.It was midnight when she yawned, stretched her body, and pushed the laptop onto the nightstand. She lay down and turned off the bedside lamp. As she drifted off to sleep, she remembered something she needed to check for tomorrow's schedule, so she reached for her phone."Hmm? A message from Lyan? What's this about?" Anne wondered, opening the message.The drowsiness that had overcome her disappeared instantly, and her