Nathan was standing in the same position she had left him in, waiting patiently.
Rosie chuckled nervously as she walked in, folding her arms in front of her. “Well, the mistake is definitely from the hotel. I just spoke to them and they apologized. Don’t worry about it though; I’ve asked my assistant to get me another hotel.”
Nathan drew his brows at her, his expression composed. “That’s not necessary—”
“I’ll ask if there’s one more room in the hotel,” she quickly added. “It’s just that this is a presidential suite and you need to book several months ahead—”
“Then stay,” Nathan interrupted. “If you need to make a reservation here, then there won’t be any room available for now.”
“Huh…” Rosie hesitated.
Staying with him was out of the equation. If she was hiding her status of being th
