His Domineering Lover
Chapter 450

In the United States.

The evening arrived when they made fun with each other, and the old days seemed to come back.

Steve was clear that there was no way to go back in time. Adam should take credit for that Tracey became much more sanguine than before, with which he had nothing to do.

The man took good care of her. Now she had walked out from the miserable experience, gave up revenge, and led a happy life.

She used to be cold to others. Although she hadn't shown her thorns to him, Steve had always felt a black mist around her.

Now the black mist had dissipated, and she lived in the sunshine like a woman in the street.

She was gentle, womanish, and acted like a child sometimes. Such a change made Steve feel warm.

He was satisfied as long as Tracey became better.

"It's getting late. I'll go take a bath first."

"Well, I'll stay here tonight and go meet

Franco with you tomorrow." Steve just wanted to have more time to be with Tracey, even if in a quiet way.

"Great!" Tracey opened her suitcase to get some toiletries but was stunned at the sight of the stuff inside, "Steve, something went wrong." "What's wrong?"

Tracey stared at the open suitcase, in which there were two men's shirts neatly folded and some gadgets in their right places.

The tidiness inside the suitcase indicated that its owner was a neat freak or had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even the orders inside were puritanical. Tracey failed to replace a third color, apart from black and white. Steve stopped beside Tracey, shot a glance at the suitcase, and saw only the man's stuff. "You took a stranger's suitcase?"

"I think so. The man next to me on the plane had a suitcase the same as mine. He should have my suitcase now."

"Anything important in your suitcase except toiletries?" Steve frowned. It was not easy to get her thing back in the vast sea of people.

"I bring some changes of clothes and toiletries. My card bag and a hand-written

recommendation letter from Adam are the most important stuff." Tracey remembered what was inside and felt upset as the reapplication for all cards was too troublesome.

To show formality, Adam had written that letter to Franco purposely and asked for a favor on Tracey.

"Well, wait a sec. I'll call the airline to check it for you. It's the man sitting beside you, isn't it?" Steve immediately took out the phone and was ready to dial.

"Yes."

At this moment, in another high-end apartment, in the black and white living room, a well-shaped man came out from the bathroom.

He wore a white bathrobe and black slippers. The decoration of the apartment was on the theme of black and white, extremely clean and simple.

There were drops of water slowly dripping down from the man's wet hairs, along his slender neck, to the ground, and the man looked handsome and sexy.

He held up a glass of red wine that had just woken up and took a sip. Suddenly, something came to him, and he put down the glass and walked toward his suitcase.

He was surprised at the sight of what was inside the suitcase. There were two dresses inside, one black and one white, both of which were his favorite colors.

The underwear, white, laced, and sexy, was neatly placed in order in the underwear bag.

He thought for a moment and recalled that when that wanton in the airport was hugging a man, there was a similar suitcase at her feet.

So there was a mistake about the suitcase? He felt relieved that there were only clothes in his suitcase, and his important things had been brought back by the bodyguard in advance. Usually, if this case happened, he would have dumped this wrong suitcase immediately.

He hated that his aura was not the only one in his territory. Before throwing the suitcase out, he remembered that innocent and soft sleeping face.

He had a gift in physiognomy and judged from the angel- like sleeping face that the woman was good.

But it turned out that she was a wanton, hugging a man in the U.S. after making love with another man in a different country.

He detested this kind of woman. He should have dumped her stuff far away but hesitated at the sight of a white laced bra.

He had his sexual passion even as a neat freak, so he met lots of women, which gave him chances to see various bras. According to his experience, he thought this white-laced bra was conventional. And he thought this bra was well-matched to that angelic sleeping face. A piece of bra could tell the character of its owner.

'Is there a misunderstanding? Will that man be his old brother?' He didn't know why he should spend his precious time in a strange woman.

"Maybe there's something important inside. Just keep it." The man muttered to himself and felt bewitched to rummage through the suitcase. Nothing more was in the suitcase, but some cosmetics and clothes.

All of a sudden, his gaze fell on a card bag. He opened the bag, in which most of the cards were membership cards and bank cards.

The centurion and platinum cards inside spoke for their owners. He felt curious about her identity, as he had been confused by her casual dressing then.

There was one delicate letter beside the car bag. He opened the envelope, read the content, and noticed the signature was Adam.

The man's eyes contracted, as he didn't expect it was written by his old acquaintance, such a coincidence!

Was that woman his girlfriend? Then the marks on her body were left by Adam? It was clear to him that Adam was always uncompromising when it came to women.

Adam had stayed single for a long time; therefore, this woman should mean a lot to him; otherwise, he would not have left so many marks on her.

'Oh, it's interesting.'

When he was lost in his thought, his cell phone rang. This phone number was open to others. He picked it up casually, and there came a cold female voice, "Hello, is that Mr. Wallace speaking?" "Yes." The man was trying to recall who the woman on the phone was.

"It's great to replace you, Mr. Wallace! I'm the passenger sitting next to you on the plane today. Mr. Wallace, I'm sorry that I made a mistake and took your suitcase in a rush."

Was it her?