Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 247

She did a double-take. For one, his silhouette seemed strangely familiar. Secondly, he looked entirely out of place.

The lobby's heating was cranked up so high that the staff were walking around in thin dress shirts, yet this guy was bundled up like he was about to face a blizzard. He was covered from head to toe without an inch of skin exposed.

He wore a black fleece beanie—the kind snowboarders usually wore under their helmets—along with dark sunglasses, a thermal face mask, a black tactical winter jacket, matching snow pants, and heavy-duty hiking boots.

He even had thin gloves on his hands.

Her gaze lingered on his outstretched legs, and that nagging sense of familiarity flared up again. Then again, this kind of tactical winter getup was a dime a dozen in a ski resort town.

Thule boasted the country's only alpine ski resort located right in the city center. It offered panoramic views of the entire town, breathtaking sunsets, and wild mountaintop parties.

It was a massive tourist draw.

He was probably just an eager tourist waiting for the earliest shuttle up to Verto Peak.

If Aiken hadn't been on such a tight schedule initially, she would have loved to visit that mountain to experience its legendary sunlit trails. Unfortunately, her transit was already locked in, so she'd just have to miss out this time.

Pulling her attention away, she wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, pushed through the hotel's heavy glass doors, and made a beeline for the adjacent convenience store.

The moment she walked out, the man on the sofa snapped his eyes open.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the first hints of dawn were barely visible. A faint, dark smudge of orange bled into the horizon, reflecting in his exhausted, bloodshot eyes.

Thank god he had made it in time.

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