Her indistinct mumblings reached the man's ears.
The hand that had been gently patting her back suddenly froze.
The man stared at the woman in his arms for a moment, then abruptly pushed her away, rolled out of bed, and quickly got dressed.
He grabbed his coat and left without looking back.
The moment the man closed the door, Luana softly murmured, "Cline..."
She had been dreaming of Cline holding her as she slept, coaxing her with a tenderness akin to soothing a child, filling her heart with joy.
Waking from this beautiful dream, Luana herself found it somewhat incredible, not expecting to have such a pleasant dream.
The room was still pitch dark. Luana reached out to touch the spot beside her, cold and empty.
It seemed the man had already left. She breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed, and walked over to open the floor-to-ceiling windows.
As the curtains slowly receded, bright sunlight poured in.
Luana now saw the true size of the presidential suite.
It occupied an entire floor, vast and astonishing.
The bed was a massive round bed with a white frame that looked very high-quality.
The bathtub in the bathroom was also enormous.
In addition to these, there was a fully equipped kitchen and study room.
Everything here was available and in the most luxurious, high-end configurations.
It seemed Mr. Night was quite wealthy.
After examining the presidential suite, Luana checked the time on her phone and was startled to find she had slept until four in the afternoon.
If she had slept any later, the whole day would have been gone.
She hurried to the bathroom to freshen up and then, with her phone in hand, rushed to the hotel front desk to check out.
However, the front desk staff informed her that the presidential suite belonged exclusively to Mr. Night and did not require checking out.
Luana was once again shocked. Nightfall was the largest entertainment venue in Los Angeles. He had an exclusive presidential suite here?
She couldn't help but ask the front desk staff, "Do you know Mr. Night's name?"
The staff politely shook his head, "I'm sorry, I'm not sure."
After all, even if they knew who he was, they wouldn't disclose the private information of a VIP guest.
Moreover, this VIP had never registered any personal information, and the front desk was indeed unaware.
Luana didn't press further, thanked the staff, and left the hotel.
Her medication was finished, so she went to the hospital for a refill.
As usual, her attending physician asked her about her physical condition and frowned when he inquired about her sleep.
"Miss Hammond, I still suggest you be hospitalized for treatment. Your current physical condition is not very optimistic."
Luana refused again. Being hospitalized would just be waiting for life to slowly ebb away.
She didn't want to spend her last days in a hospital.
Seeing her resolute attitude, the doctor didn't persuade her further but reminded her to rest and not overexert herself, as it could lead to insufficient cerebral blood supply, causing fainting or even sudden death.
Luana thought this method of death was somewhat acceptable and not too painful, so she didn't take the doctor's advice too seriously.
After leaving the hospital with her medication, she went to the police station to withdraw the case she had filed.
After all, she had invited him willingly last night, changing the nature of the incident.
Moreover, the man seemed to have significant influence, and it was unlikely she could expose him. It was better to let it go and avoid further trouble.
After taking care of these matters, Luana returned home and fell into a deep sleep again.
She spent her last night in a daze, and her half-month annual leave came to an end.
She remembered she needed to go to Winward Group to handle work handover and forced herself to get up, still feeling weak.
After breakfast and medication, her energy improved slightly, though her complexion remained poor.
Luana applied heavy makeup to cover her sickly appearance, grabbed her bag, and headed to Winward.
As soon as she entered the office, Sabrina and Joan immediately surrounded her.
"Luana, you resigned?"
Luana nodded in response, "Yes, I did."
Sabrina held her hand, looking reluctant, "Luana, why did you resign suddenly?"
Joan also looked puzzled and echoed, "Yeah, Winward pays much higher salaries than other groups, with a base annual salary of hundreds of thousands. It's such a pity that you resigned just like that."
Luana smiled and explained, "The salary at Winward is indeed high, but I have other plans."