The light inside was even dimmer. Romantic music played softly in the background as the film continued to roll. No other sounds could be heard.

As she walked forward, Ariana noticed a man sitting in the middle of the first row who appeared to be fully absorbed in watching the film. It was too dim to see him clearly with nothing but a vague, dark outline of him visible.

Ariana slowly approached the man. When she got close enough, she saw that he was wearing a mask, which only revealed his sharp chin.

He leaned against the back of his chair leisurely, half of his body cloaked in darkness.

He seemed a little familiar but she wasn't sure if she was imagining it.

Feeling doubtful, she approached him and was about to say something when the man said, "Quiet," without raising his head.

His voice was deep and a little hoarse. The feeling of familiarity made Ariana cry out, "It's you!"

This was the mysterious man who had saved her twice already. And he was the man who helped her relieve some of the effect of the aphrodisiac that night!

Who would have thought it was Mr. H?

A waiter pushed a food trolley inside the room, and the man pointed to the seat beside him.

“Sit down.”

She obediently did so.

She felt herself become uneasy after discovering this was her mysterious savior.

Soon, the waiter served them exquisite food and wine before leaving again quietly.

The movie was still playing. It seemed to be building to the climax.

The man watched the screen and leisurely drank the wine.

Ariana's senses became heightened in the dim lit room, and she could distinctly feel his breath and smell his scent.

Fiddling with her dress, Ariana was somewhat absent-minded. She had a lot of questions for him but wasn't sure where to begin.

It was only when the movie music finally faded away that Ariana turned to look at his face.

“Why did you ask me to come here? What do you want me to do?"