Perhaps he was overthinking. Just as he thought that, his phone received a text message. It read: The person has arrived and is waiting in the hotel lobby downstairs.
Came driving in the middle of the night?
Raising an eyebrow, after deleting the message, he turned around, felt for his wife's warm hand on the bed, squeezed it tightly, kissed her forehead, kissed her small earlobe, and said longingly, "I'm going to get breakfast, take your time sleeping, don't get up too quickly, okay?"
"Mm—"
The voice was drowsy, the lips full, carrying a lingering hint of last night's passion.
He leaned down, kissed her mouth again twice, and said, "Wait for me; it won't be long." This time after speaking, he dared not linger any further, walked out of the guest room, and gently closed the door behind him.
He picked out some fashionable clothes, feeling bright and spirited, and took the elevator down to the hotel lobby.
