Chapter 18
When Hilda's room door closed, Art lifted his gaze and fixed his eyes on her room. He also looked at the pillow that Hilda had given him.
The reason he didn’t bring anything was that he usually couldn’t sleep no matter how exhausted his body was.
When he saw the ring that he had slipped into his bag, he took it out and wore it. It was connected to the door lock. If someone tried to open it, the ring would vibrate and emit a small electric shock.
He activated it and then tossed his bag aside. The man lay down and looked at the pillow now at his feet. He picked it up and placed it behind his head.
He paused because he could smell the natural scent of the woman on that pillow. Suddenly, he remembered the hotel room. He covered his mouth and sat up.
“F*ck,” the man cursed, res
