His Domineering Lover novel 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 find 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.

"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 find 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?