NovelEnglishChapter 873: He didn't know if it was a mistake.
He frowned. Had it been a different room? But he did open the door with the keycard, so there was nothing wrong.
His job was done.
He gave the hallway one last glance, making sure no one was watching, then disappeared into the shadows.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs the waiter disappeared down the hallway, another figure-watching from the shadows-finally let out a breath of relief.
He had been searching for room 1109 but couldn't find it. Then, as if fate had intervened, the problem had solved itself. He had spotted the waiter-a man working for Miss Herrera-coming out from a room. It was all coming together perfectly.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward. He pulled out a master keycard and slid it through the lock. The door clicked open slightly, just enough to let him peek inside.
This small hotel didn't care much about privacy, but it was obsessed with avoiding trouble. To prevent accidents, management had issued a few master keycards that could open any room.
He glanced around the hallway-empty. From his pocket, he retrieved a small wooden box. Inside, neatly arranged, were slender incense sticks.
He pulled one out, lit it, and placed it carefully inside the incense holder. He crouched down and positioned it inside the room.
A deep, rich scent filled the air-eaglewood fragrance, infused with the strongest aphrodisiac available. Satisfied, he closed the door and walked away.
Stepping into the service elevator, he pulled out his phone.
"Miss Herrera, it's done. Don't worry-I used the strongest incense. Even if she were next to a beast, she wouldn't be able to resist." Carrie's consciousness stirred, drifting between wakefulness and a feverish daze. She felt a warm breath against her ear. A mouth—soft lips tracing her skin. A tongue, gliding along the curve of her ear, hot and damp, sending a shiver down her spine.
A strange sensation pooled low in her belly, a heat she didn't understand.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer body wasn't resisting. She was... accepting it.
Somewhere in the depths of her mind, alarm bells rang, but they were faint, distant. Everything felt blurred, unreal.
Where was she? She tried to think. Tried to remember. But her mind felt like it was wading through fog. Had she drunk too much? Yes... there had been wine. A waiter...
He had said something about a lounge, a restroom...
But she was on a bed, not a couch.
Had she ended up in a private m lounge? And this than pressing against her-was he another guest who had overindulged like her?
She tried to open her heavy eyelids, desperate to make sense of them situation, but they wouldn't lift. The but
The fragrant scent of eaglewood filled her lungs. It reminded her of the restaurants private room earlier. That thought brought a small wave of relief. If she was still in the restaurant, then maybe—
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