"Jacob Donovan?!" she whisper-yelled.
He turned to look at her. His eyes widened a bit but he quickly regained his composure and gave her a grim smile.
"Nice to meet you, Cheryl. I need a room—"
"You don't have to repeat yourself," Cheryl replied, shooting the confused Mel a subtle glare.
She was fuming within.
The nerve of Jacob to divorce Eva for this... thing. She did not understand why exactly but she was so mad at him. She grimaced as she recalled the agony of Eva while she delivered the child of this man, who was probably in the arms of a lover.
"Are you going to get us booked or...?" Mel trailed off rudely, not appreciating Cheryl's lingering gaze on them.
"I'm on it," Cheryl bit back a bit rudely, scrolling through her computer. "Room 198. Here are your keys."
He nodded and
