"Let's go, my place is nearby," he glanced at her, then reached out to pick up her suitcase that was set aside, and said.
"To your place... Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Upon hearing this, Emily Simpson hesitated, and although her heart secretly leapt with joy, she still maintained some reserve.
Her father often told her, "Young lady, you must be reserved..."
"Not appropriate? Then why did you call me?" Lorne Noah Jackson stopped in his tracks with the suitcase, turned his head to look back at her, and countered.
She called him, wasn't that the implication?
"..." Emily Simpson was at a loss for words and could only silently start walking, following his pace.
Following him silently, looking at his tall and lean figure, deep down Emily Simpson couldn't help but feel a small thrill of joy.
......
After about ten minutes of walking toward the hotel, they arrived at the apartment building where Lorne Noah Jackson lived.
