Roxanne had only just calmed down. However, when she heard what he said, the redness on her face that had not subsided suddenly spread to her ears again.
“It’s getting late. I want to shower and change. Please get out!”
Her face was as red as a tomato when she struggled out of Lucian’s arms. She pretended to be angry as she looked at the man before her.
Lucian frowned slightly and helplessly said, “But this is my room.”
Roxanne’s expression froze when she heard his reply. She quickly looked around the room.
Sure enough, she did not see the suitcase she had placed beside the bed. This isn’t my room.
Just as she was about to ask Lucian why he had brought her to his room, he took the initiative to explain.
“You drank too much last night, and I didn’t have the keycard to your room, so
