The first time I came to the Romantique Hotel with Delilah Goodman was to catch someone cheating.
The ambiguous feelings also sprouted on that day.
The second time was before Delilah was transferred away.
Both of them went wild at this hotel again.
Those scenes are still fresh in my memory.
It's still the familiar corridor, the familiar door.
Dirk Carter gently knocked on the door.
A woman's voice came from inside: "The door's unlocked, come in."
Dirk pushed open the door.
And walked in.
Standing by the bed was none other than Delilah Goodman.
Today, she was wearing business attire.
A tight-fitting shirt on top and a black pencil skirt below.
With black stockings on her legs and high heels.
Exuding the allure of a mature woman.
"Long time no see."
It was evident that Delilah was excited, but she was trying hard to control her emotions.
Dirk smiled slightly.
He walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and asked, "Missed me?"
