Luke
When I stopped the car in front of the Wilson Hotel, Ava had already fallen asleep with her head leaning on the car window. Her hair covered her small face, so only her pointed chin and unnaturally red lips were visible.
I couldn't bear to turn on the air conditioner to wake her up, so I opened the passenger seat door and carefully carried her out. Holding her in my arms, I took the private elevator to Room 5020, the luxurious presidential suite on the top floor.
The alcohol smell on her body was strong, so I threw her into the bathtub with a frown and turned on the shower.
When the water sprayed on Ava, she immediately woke up, desperately clinging to the bathtub's edge with both hands and clumsily trying to crawl out like a puppy that had accidentally fallen into the water.
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