Brynlee froze in front of her hotel suite door after Elyseen opened the door and stepped inside. Brynlee's face was pale, terrified of what would happen to her once she stepped into the suite. She was sure Elyseen had booked the honeymoon suite to trap her.
"Why are you just standing there? Come in,” Elyseen called in a flat tone from the doorway.
His face showed extreme exhaustion. His hair was messy, his face was flushed from being too drunk, his jacket had been thrown on the couch, and his tie was just left hanging around his shoulder. The idea of staying in a hotel felt very bad in Brynlee's eyes. She should have begged to be taken home instead of following Elyseen to that hotel.
"You booked two beds, right?"
“Mom booked this room, not me.”
“What?” Brynlee frowned. “Your mom sai
