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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.

capture the spectacle and

there were also rooms shrouded in darkness,

sure which room the

she aimed it in the direction of the. Although she looked as if she

backdrop of the northern lights, she gradually zoomed in on

one, carefully examining

curtains were swaying slightly as if they

as she

on. Its window was shut, and the curtains

that there was

noted down the sequence of rooms and counted based on the hotel’s room numbering system. That room’s number should be

Imogen excused herself, claiming she was tired, and

of respect for personal privacy, it wouldn’t work if she were to directly inquire the front desk about the occupant

restaurant and

has a stomachache. Could you bring some water over? The

muttering to herself in local language, “Of all times, it had to happen now.

“Please hurry. I’ll go outside to take photos!”

be in a rush and left the restaurant. In a corner outside the restaurant where

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

and observed the hallway. The staff knocked on the door of room 0207. A young man

delicate girl and was taken aback upon seeing the young man. Nonetheless, the staff repeated Imogen’s words to him.

The

moment but quickly pieced together the situation.

he accepted the tray from the staff appreciatively before closing the

pulled her head back and stayed against

the young man. It

Yann was acting strangely!

it turned out she was right!

couldn’t have just known about me from

a Facebook message on her

her. [Do I have a stomachache?]

She hesitated for a moment before replying. [I saw you staying in your room and not coming out. I

be feeling well. How did you know

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 that case, should thank you for your concern. I am indeed not feeling well. I went to sleep early and heard the

was staying in room 0208, he had indeed

to Troy, “She’s quite

took the phone from Yann’s hand and saw Imogen extending another invitation.

wanted to see what Yann’s intentions

he replied. [No, my friend

pity you came here with a friend this time, so you can’t leave your friend behind. We can plan to travel together another