Zoe felt a bit tipsy from the drinks.

It was around 11 PM when she settled the bill, and Mason walked into the bar from outside.

On this winter night, he wore a thin black coat, but the intricate blue patterned shirt inside contrasted the gloominess, making him look sharp. Perhaps it had rained a bit outside, as there were some water droplets on his coat. With his deep-set eyes and the rain-soaked exterior, he appeared as if he emerged from a storm.

The bar still echoed with deafening music.

They gazed at each other through the crowd, the man profound, the woman aloof.

Zoe wore a semi-transparent silk blouse, paired with a black skirt, adding a hint of allure to her usual elegance. Mason's eyes gradually deepened.

After a moment, he walked toward her.

Mason took her coat from her hands, draped it over her shoulders, and meticulously fastened each button, from bottom to top, without missing one.

This man's concealed intentions were obvious.

Zoe found it ridiculous.

As he held