In the morning, Xie Jiaying woke up habitually as the first ray of light from the Aegean Sea drifted into the presidential suite through a slit in an eastward window.

It's customary to get up early and prepare breakfast for her beloved, which is the first thing she wants to do in the morning. Whether he's at home or not, that's the case. Day after day, year after year, day after day, it becomes a habit.

Open your eyes, just want to climb up, suddenly found that this is not at home. And I am not in my bed.

There was a man lying beside him. At this time, she...