Chapter 148 - Are You Leaving Already?

Jackson and Amelie remained in their hotel room the entire day, reading through the files that Trisha had brought them. The files were highly confidential and they couldn't leave them unattended in the room in case someone saw them, so they had to read through everything as soon as possible and return the files to the Interpol office.

The only time either of them left the room was when Amelie popped out to buy lunch and dinner. Sure, room service would have been easier, but with the files scattered all over the room, even opening the door for too long put them at risk of being discovered.

For dinner, Amelie decided to visit the French restaurant that was inside the casino complex. She was expecting a guest later that night and she assumed he would feel more comfortable if he was to be greeted with some familiar food.

Yes, Alexander Dupont was on a flight bound for Macau and he was landing in the city around midnight that very night.

People often said that 'distance makes the heart grow fonder'. In Amelie's case, that was certainly true. She never knew how much Alexander meant to her until she was separated from him and, at that very moment, she couldn't wait to see him again. In fact, she missed him more than she missed Jackson during the year that they were apart.

The chef inside the French restaurant was excited to hear that a French customer was ordering from his restaurant, so he specifically prepared a special dessert as a treat. It had been a long time since he spoke to someone in his mother tongue and he was excited to hear the familiar language. Amelie didn't realize it at first, but she too missed speaking French. Even though Jackson could speak the language, no one else understood, so he often chose to speak English when they were around other people, just to be inclusive. They only ever spoke French when it was just the two of them, but when it was just the two of them, it was always serious business. Thus, a proper conversation was hard to come by.

Back in the house in France, her and Alexander were also on serious business, but they always found the chance to chat; whether it was about life or their past. She realized, at that moment, that she had taken those conversations for granted.

Hence, she found herself chatting to the chef for a little longer than expected.

While Amelie was gone, Jackson continued to read through the files in front of him. There were certainly a lot of questions surrounding his mother's death and it seemed to be entangled in a huge web of conspiracy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the hotel room door. Jackson lifted his head in curiosity. He didn't call for room service and Amelie had the keys. Who would be knocking on his door at this time of night?

Jackson carefully stood up, approached the big wooden door and leaned forward to peek through the peephole.

Standing on the other side of the door was a familiar-looking figure with long black hair, sunglasses, a surgical mask, and a baseball cap. This person was trying to conceal their identity, but Jackson immediately recognized who it was.

With one swift move, he opened the door and pulled the woman inside.

"What are you doing here?" he asked dotingly.

The woman removed her sunglasses, cap and mask, and smiled cheekily at her boyfriend.

It was Halia.

"My handler wants to meet you," she said. "He was notified by our Captain that we will be working with Interpol on this case and he was told that there were already agents in the field. He asked me if I had noticed anyone suspicious and I honestly revealed to him that I had already come in contact with the said agents. I haven't told him who you and Amelie are yet, and he understands if you want to keep your identities a secret, but he wanted to request for a meeting so he could assist you better. Is that possible?"

Jackson was quite curious who Halia's handler was. After all, his woman's life was technically in this person's hands. So, he nodded his head.

"I have a third agent arriving tonight. After he is settled, we can meet at the teahouse where we saw each other last time. We will see you there at 8am. I am excited to meet this handler of yours too," Jackson smiled.

Halia quickly popped her cap back on and picked up her sunglasses and mask. She had come to deliver a message and she was finished, so it was time to get out before she was discovered. But, before she covered herself back up again, Jackson grabbed her hands and held them behind her back. "Are you leaving already?" he asked with his deep and charming voice.

Halia glanced up at the man and saw the mesmerizing look in his eyes. If she wasn't leaving, what did he want to do?

Halia bit her lip nervously and felt her breathing stop as the man moved in closer.

His body rubbed up against hers and his warm breaths fell on her cheek. Slowly he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You haven't kissed me yet today."

Halia felt her heart race when she heard this. Why did a kiss sound so seductive?

At that moment, Jackson let go of her hands and pressed his palm gently against the back of her head. His touch sent tingles down her spine; an electrifying feeling that she couldn't get enough of. So, she did not resist as she wrapped her arms around his waist and enjoyed the touch of his soft lips as they fell upon hers...