Angelo followed behind him and got off the plane. Someone was already waiting there. He came up and took the trunk from Drake.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Thorne. I'm Absolon. Mr. Taylor has been waiting for you. It's late now. How about I take you to the hotel to have a rest first?"

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They have jet lag and needed to rest to adjust themselves.

"Yeah," Drake answered, turning to look at Angelo, whom Absolon also noticed.

"Nice to meet you, Mr…."

"Angelo. My brother."

"It's so good to see you, Mr. Angelo. I'm Absolon."

When he finished his words, he handed the trunk to a man beside him, walked forward, and wanted to shake hands with Angelo.

Drake frowned as he saw them shaking and then looked at Absolon.

"Angelo comes with no luggage. Ask a man to take him to buy some clothes and book a room for him, please."

"Yeah, Mr. Drake."

Absolon nodded to a man beside him, then he led Drake to the car.

Angelo remembered her intention here after she saw Drake get in the car. She had the chance to please him only when she lived with him.

Thinking of that, she hurried to sit next to Drake, who was confused.

"Drake, I thought it through. I know I caused you trouble this time, so I can't give you more trouble."

While talking, Angelo handed the card to Drake with a look of ingratiation.

"You bring a lot of clothes, right? I can wear yours."

Looking at the trunk, Angelo thought that Drake, as the CEO of his company, must bring a lot of clothes. She could wear his.

But actually, Drake just took with three sets of clothes, and he was a neat freak.

When Drake was about to refuse, Angelo grabbed his sleeve and looked at him with supplication.

"Promise me, brother. Besides, it's so late now. The stores may be closed."

"Yeah. Mr. Angelo is right."

Absolon was sophisticated. That was why he was sent to pick up Drake. However, Drake looked cold but more softened than before. So, Absolon said that to help Angelo.

Looking at Angelo, Drake finally nodded.

Soon, they arrived at the hotel. It was the best hotel in France, with the best facilities.

"Book a room for Angelo."

Drake talked and walked to the elevator. And Angelo followed Absolon to the front desk.

"A presidential suite please," Absolon said.

The receptionist checked the computer and then smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, sir. All the rooms have been booked."

"How about going to another hotel, Mr. Angelo?"

Absolon looked at Angelo, who shook his head at once. The hotel was located in the suburb, and there are no other hotels nearby.

If she lived in another hotel, it might take half an hour to come here. Besides, Hale was not here, no one would send her. It went against her plan.

"Where's my brother's room? I'll go to him."

She knew there were several rooms in the presidential suite and made a decision.

Absolon led Angelo to the door of Drake's room.

"Thanks, Mr. Absolon. I can enter myself," said Angelo.

Since she got here, there was nothing else for Absolon to do. Besides, it was late, she didn't want to keep bothering him.

"Yeah. Here is my card, Mr. Angelo. You can call me at any time," Absolon said. He handed his card to Angelo and then turned away.

Angelo put away the card, took a deep breath, and then rang Drake's doorbell.

Soon, the door was opened.

Looking at Angelo standing in front, Drake frowned. Taking the chance, Angelo slipped into the room.

"I come to take some clothes," Angelo said and opened the trunk. She took a shirt from it and checked if it suited her.

Then she found that there were only three sets of clothes. She was surprised. Generally, a CEO should bring more than ten sets of clothes on his business trip.

"Choose one and go back to your room."

Drake watched Angelo rummaging through his suitcase, his eyebrows raised, and he felt unhappy.

Angelo felt the cold aura and shivered. Then she packed his stuff.

She picked up the white shirt and entered the bathroom.

Seeing that, Drake put the trunk aside and asked, "What are you doing, Angelo?"

"I'm so tired now. I want to take a shower here. You don't mind, do you?"

Before Drake could answer, there was the sound of water in the bathroom. Drake clenched, then sat down to read the newspaper.

Listening to the "clatter" in the bathroom, Drake couldn't help thinking of how Angelo used to come into his room and cuddle with him when "he" was drunk.

Somehow, his breathing became heavy. He tried to neglect the feeling and focus on the newspaper.

Half an hour later, Angelo came out. She had one set of clothes, but she only wore the shirt, the trousers were held in her hands.

She was more than sixty-seven inches tall, so she thought she could wear Drake's clothes. But she didn't expect Drake's shirt to reach her knees, let alone the trousers.

"I think I need to buy some clothes, Drake."

Angelo told Drake after thinking for a while. She shouldn't give the card back to him.

"What?"

Drake was confused. He put down the newspaper and looked to Angelo, then his eyes grew deep.

Wearing the big white shirt, Angelo's legs looked more beautiful, and her collarbone was barely visible. After the bath, there was a touch of flush on her face. She just seemed so charming.

Drake lowered his head. He felt hot inside and tried to suppress it.

He took out the card and handed it to Angelo, who took it over and sat on the couch.

Drake looked at her and said, "Go back to your room."

Hearing that, Angelo looked up at Drake with sadness in her eyes.

"This hotel is full. The nearest one will take half an hour, and I'm not sure if they have rooms now. You don't want me to sleep on the street, do you?"