“What's wrong? Is he back?”
Claudine slapped the file bag on the desk. There was a USB and several photos of Harvey and Stephanie lying in the hotel's couple suite slid out.
Harvey was shirtless, with an ambiguous red mark on his chest that was particularly eye-catching.
Finally, she answered my question, “The person hasn't come back yet, but the nude photos have.”
My straight shoulders slowly drooped and my heart felt like it was being held captive by something, causing waves of pain.
With slightly trembling fingers, I picked up the USB and inserted it into the laptop in front of me.
At dusk, on the open-air balcony on the top floor of the hotel, Harvey held Stephanie's face and looked at her almost obsessively.
Behind them was the sky dyed orange by the setting sun.
The sunset glows like a weave and the lovers embrace each other, just like a moving picture spread across the sky.
When the two were about to kiss, I raised my hand and closed the laptop.
I trembled uncontrollably when I asked, “Who sent it?”
“It was sent by courier and received by the front desk,” Claire directly answered with anger in her face.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.