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Chapter 179 Prohibited

After coming down from the snowy slope, Imogen received a Facebook message from Yann. As expected, his friend had declined.

Imogen replied. [Too bad. Maybe next time.]

Yann responded with an emoji.

Troy’s face fell when he noted Imogen’s message.

The restaurant where Imogen and her friends were having dinner had a large floor–to–ceiling window that provided a view of the scenery outside.

Due to the absence of a clear sense of time, the meal times of tourists were irregular, and at that moment, the restaurant wasn’t too crowded.

Halfway through their meal, someone exclaimed, “Look! Is that the northern lights?”

In the deep blue sky, a faint green hue flashed, barely noticeable without careful observation. Nevertheless, it caught the attention of many tourists.

Before long, the northern lights suddenly burst forth in a brilliant display, vast expanses of green accompanied by hints of white and magenta painted the immense sky.

Some tourists who had been resting in their hotel rooms rushed outside.

Imogen and her friends abandoned their meals and went out to capture the northern lights. As Imogen was searching for the right angle, she suddenly sensed a piercing gaze fixed on her, making her feel as if she were on pins and needles, much like the night before the last.

Subconsciously, she looked around, trying to identify who was staring at her.

However, the surrounding tourists were all busy capturing the northern lights, and no one seemed to be looking at her.

Imogen’s gaze shifted toward the second floor of the cabin hotel.

At that moment, the piercing gaze vanished.

After a moment of contemplation, Imogen turned back and continued photographing the northern lights.

Suddenly, she felt that gaze fixed on her again.

Pretending not to notice, she continued taking photos, but that gaze seemed to cling to her, monitoring her every move.

Imogen was certain that the gaze wasn’t just a casual glance from a tourist. It was directed specifically at her.

She swiftly turned her head and surveyed the hotel’s second floor.

Several rooms had their lights on, many of which had their windows open and their occupants capturing the northern lights from within.

even rushed outside to capture the spectacle

also rooms shrouded

which room

her phone, she aimed it in the direction of the. Although she looked as if she were

the northern

one, carefully examining

were

she

on. Its window was

certain that there was

of rooms and counted based on the hotel’s room numbering

lights, Imogen excused herself, claiming

of respect for personal privacy, it wouldn’t work if she were to directly

she quickly walked to the restaurant and spoke to the staff

language, “Excuse me, my friend has a stomachache. Could you bring some water over? The

looked toward the window, still muttering to herself in local language, “Of all

then added, “Please hurry. I’ll

restaurant. In a corner outside the

her. The staff prepared some water and a few tablets that could relieve stomachache. Carrying the tray, the staff left the

of room 0207. A young man emerged from within and, upon

staff assumed that Imogen’s friend was a delicate girl and was taken aback upon seeing the young man.

The

appeared puzzled for a moment but quickly pieced together the situation. He hadn’t expected

accepted the tray from the staff appreciatively before closing

pulled her head back and stayed against the

It was none

had felt that Yann was acting strangely!

turned out she was right!

couldn’t have just known about me from the

received a Facebook message on her

had messaged her. [Do I have a

for a moment before replying. [I

well. How did you know it

you just now. How did you know I was staying in this room?] Imogen hadn’t expected Yann to admit it so directly. [I saw you entering the room this morning.] Seeing the message, Yann smiled briefly, glanced at Troy, but didn’t deny anything. [In

staying in room 0208, he had indeed been to room 0207 that

also said to Troy,

took the phone from Yann’s hand and saw Imogen extending another invitation. [Rest well. Are you really not joining us for the trip?]

see what

as he replied. [No, my friend doesn’t like traveling

this time, so you can’t leave your friend behind. We can plan