His Domineering Lover novel Chapter 451

"Mr. Wallace, I have something important in that suitcase. Is it convenient to tell me your address, or could we make an appointment to exchange the suitcase?" The woman's voice was full of joy.

"I'm going to sleep," the man said flatly. 'She should be referring to those cards, as the reapplications are troublesome.'

"Mr. Wallace, I'm sorry. I know it's late, but something in that suitcase means a lot to me. And I need it tomorrow. What about my going over to your house? You could open the door and give it back to me."

The most important thing that Tracey mentioned was that recommendation letter because Franco and Adam went to the same college, but not the same major.

Adam was afraid that his alumnus did not take this request seriously, so he wrote a recommendation letter to display his sincerity and introduce Tracey.

The man pondered for a moment before answering, "OK, you may come, I live..."

Tracey was surprised at the address provided by the man. Wasn't it a coincidence? The man lived in a high-class apartment opposite hers!

He lived on the same floor as hers. Tracey ran to the balcony and looked at the opposite floor where a curtain blocked the sight.

"Mr. Wallace, it is so great! I live opposite you. You can see me when you open the curtain!" Tracey thought it was destiny that they had taken the same plane, had the same suitcases, and lived in the same neighborhood in a large country like the U.S.

The man immediately pulled opened the curtain at her words and saw a little woman on the opposite balcony waving at him, as well as a man standing beside her, whom he saw at the airport earlier.

"Mr. Wallace, is that you?" Tracey saw a man wrapped in a bathrobe standing by the curtain but failed to figure out what he looked like due to the distance.

"Yea. Five minutes, stand before my door." The man's cold voice came.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Tracey hung up the phone and ran out in a hurry.

"It's too late. I will go with you." Steve also saw the man in the bathrobe and had a bad omen that it was not safe for Tracey to go alone.

"I'm not a child. I'll be back in ten minutes. Wait for me at home." Tracey was an independent-minded woman and didn't like to be treated as a child by others.

And she thought it a piece of cake to get her suitcase back within ten minutes and nothing to worry about.

She ran away with the suitcase in her hand. Steve looked at the paper in his hand, 'Wilson Wallace? Is it that Wilson Wallace?"

Tracey stood before Wilson's apartment and knocked on the door gently. The door was pushed open from the inside upon a third knock, and a man in a bathrobe appeared.

Tracey had slept all her way to the U.S and never spared a glance at the passenger next to her, so it was the first time she figured out what he looked like.

It seemed that the man just came out from a shower and had no time to dry his hair. His wet hair stuck to his cheek, and one or two drops of water fell down from time to time.

The man looked tough and pressed his thin lips together, enveloped into an aura of coldness. He was so tall that Tracey stood in his shadow upon his coming out.

"Mr. Wallace, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. This is your suitcase." Tracey showed no intention to enter the room, as she planned to return the suitcase, get hers, and leave immediately.

"Come in." The man moved aside. Tracey knew nothing about this man and was aware that there were only the two of them here.

"No. I would like to have my suitcase and leave now." Tracey refused.