NovelEnglishChapter 522
Thorne stepped into the elevator and noticed that Coy had pressed only his own floor. Suddenly, Thorne spoke
up. "You don't need to cup."
Coy paused, caught off guard, but quickly replied, "Yes, sir."
Only then did he press the button for his own room's floor.
The next morning.
Thorne emerged from his room clad in a bathrobe, last night's clothes draped over his arm. He closed the door
behind him and headed down the hallway.
Just as he turned the corner, Vesta stepped out of the elevator and spotted him. Her face brightened with a
smile, but the moment she glimpsed the lipstick stains on the collar and shoulder of the shirt hanging from his
elbow, her smile vanished.
Whatever she'd meant to say died on her lips.
She stood frozen as Thorne's figure disappeared around the corner, and a moment later, the sound of a door
opening and closing echoed from further down the hall.
Still in a daze, Vesta glanced at the room number in front of her.
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But she distinctly remembered Coy telling her that Thorne was staying in 2503. She pulled out the spare key
card she'd just gotten from Coy for Thorne's room.
2503. She hadn't remembered wrong.
So why had Thorne cout of 25087
Vesta pressed her lips together tightly, then pulled out her phone and dialed Coy. "Who's staying in 25087"
Coy hesitated, unsure how she'd found out, but answered honestly. "Charlene."
Just as she suspected.
Vesta's grip tightened around her phone until her knuckles turned white.
She took a deep breath before she spoke again. "What happened these past two days?" If nothing had
happened, why would Thorne be leaving Charlene's room at dawn in a bathrobe, with his clothes from last night
draped over his arm? s
Coy hadn't volunteered any details about the previous evening before, but now that Vesta asked, he filled her in
on the basic events of last night.
When he finished, he added, "After we got back to the hotel last night, the boss told| could head back. |
don't actually know what happened between them after that."
Vesta pressed her lips into a thin line and said nothing.
She hung up and stood there for a long while before finally moving toward Thorne's room.
Meanwhile.
Charlene woke with a splitting headache and a moment of total confusion.
Then, all at once, the memory of what happened in the bar restroom last night rushed back.
Her face went pale as she sat bolt upright in bed. As she tried to recall what had happened after the incident in
the restroom, her gaze landed on her surroundings and her motion froze. s
This was her own hotel room.
She stared, half convinced she was still dreaming.
Gradually, as she realized she really was in her own bed, and nothing felt particularly wrong with her body, her
panic began to subside.
She reached for her phone, intending to call Stewart, but his call cin first. "You're awake?"
“Yeah.” Her voice was hoarse, her head pounding and her whole body weary. "Last night | went to the
restroom and someone bed.
me-covered my mouth and nose. | must have blacked out. But now I'm in my own room... What the hell
happened?" s
Stewart hesitated, clearly reluctant, but finally admitted, "Thorne found you. He saved you."
He went on to give her a rough account of what happened the night before.
Charlene stilled, her fingers massaging her aching temples.
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