He looked at the peacefully sleeping woman, and that innocent posture made one want to act even more recklessly.
...
When Sophia Sutton passed by, she suddenly saw a shadow coming out of that presidential suite. She paused slightly and instinctively hid around the corner. Only after the sound gradually faded away did she peek out, looking at the person's back.
A slender figure, draped in a white robe, and with just a glance, Sophia Sutton knew who it was.
The Pope?!
Why is he in Iris Harris's room?
So late at night, are they still talking?
Sophia suppressed the stormy waves in her heart, pursing her lips, unable to resist walking over.
...
Iris Harris awoke from a nightmare.
She opened her eyes with a gasp, her heart pounding. Only when she saw the pale moonlight in the room did she silently lay back on the bed.
Just now... in her dream she saw a shadow standing by the bedside, and the dark aura it emitted made her involuntarily shiver even in her sleep.
