Chapter 38 :You Seem to Be Interested in Mr Hoyle

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

"Mr. Hoyle, here we are." Dave turned back and told him, but Alan did not respond, as if he had really slept.

Olive pulled his sleeve with her fingers.

His palm slid down from his leg, pressing her fingers on the chair, and the closed eyes opened.

Olive felt like an electric shock and quickly pulled out her fingers. She could the hot temperature in his palm and it seemed to scorch her heart.

The heating in the car didn’t...