That morning, they left the hotel in a disheveled state. As someone with a deeply rooted sense of modesty, Raellyn instinctively found herself trying to shield her face as she walked beside her husband. The thought that hotel staff might be knowing about them was mortifying and of course, she was painfully aware of the possibility that the hotel staff might be whispering about them. Had they been too loud last night? Too lost in each other? Or maybe the staff didn’t care at all. Perhaps this kind of thing was normal in a place like that. In the world of luxury hotels, such things were routine, expected, even mundane.
Still, it didn’t stop the embarrassment clung to her like a second skin.
Arnav said nothing. He had already slipped into another persona, lost in the quiet gravity of his pr
