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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.

rushed outside to capture the spectacle

were also rooms shrouded

wasn’t sure which room the gaze

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

hotel against the backdrop of the northern lights, she gradually zoomed

by one, carefully

curtains were swaying slightly as

as she turned around.

window was shut, and the

that there was someone inside!

counted based on the hotel’s room numbering system. That room’s number should be 0207.

in photographing the northern lights, Imogen excused herself, claiming she was tired, and returned to the hotel.

if she were to directly inquire the front desk about the occupant of

she quickly walked to the restaurant and spoke to

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

local language, “Of all times, it had to happen now. The northern

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

rush and left the restaurant. In a corner outside the restaurant where she wouldn’t be seen, she leaned against

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

at the stairwell. She peeked out and observed the hallway. The staff knocked on the door of room 0207. A young man emerged from within and, upon seeing the staff, asked with local

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

The

but quickly pieced together the

a smile, he accepted the tray from the staff appreciatively before closing the

and

the young man. It was none other than

that Yann was acting

out she was right!

night! He couldn’t have just known about

received a Facebook message on her

messaged her. [Do I have a stomachache?]

she saw his straightforward question. She hesitated for a moment before replying. [I saw you staying in your room and not coming

feeling well. How did you know it was me?]

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 commotion outside, so I opened the curtains to take a look.]

in room 0208, he had indeed been to room 0207

Yann also said to

invitation. [Rest well. Are you really not joining

see what

fell as he replied. [No, my friend doesn’t like traveling with strangers.]

this time, so you can’t leave your friend