One Night Surprise

Chapter 127 There’s Someone I Like

“And what about Courtney?” Britney was heartbroken, and her voice trembled as she pressed on, “Do you think she would be a better mother to Jordan than I would?”

Alexander’s brows furrowed. After a moment of thought, he let out a hum and nodded. “Yes.”

Efficiency was key when it came to solving problems, and Alexander knew this principle well. He also knew that the answer he just gave Britney would bring a swift end to their conversation, and seeing as he owed her no obligation to elaborate further on his deepest thoughts or feelings, his monosyllabic response sufficed.

As expected, and this was clearly much to Britney’s dismay, she pressed no further.

Britney’s fists were clenched as she marched her way from Alexander’s office to the elevator. As far as she was concerned, she would have been Alexander’s top choice for marriage if it weren’t for Courtney.

The elevator doors were closing when a clear, youthful voice called out, “Wait!”

She reached out instinctively and pressed on the button to hold the doors open. Her mind tried to work out why the voice sounded familiar, and when she looked up, she saw the towering figure of a young man saunter into the elevator. He turned and nodded at her. “Thanks.”

Upon seeing his face, Britney faltered. Her panic would have been obvious to the man if she weren’t presently wearing shades.

“You…” she gasped.

“Yes?” He looked at her questioningly. “Do you know me?”

Britney’s fists tightened at her sides. With her hat and shades in place, her face was almost entirely hidden from view, hence she denied it. “No, I don’t know you at all.”

She was well aware of the existence of doppelgangers, but the person who was currently in the elevator with her looked exactly like the missing Benjamin Ford.

But from the looks of it, he didn’t seem to recognize her.

The elevator doors slowly opened with a ‘ding’, and Britney watched as the young man left without even turning back to look at her. She snapped out of her thoughts and walked toward the front desk, whereupon she asked, “Who was that guy? I thought the hotel was not receiving any more guests at the moment.”

the man who had just left. “Do you mean Oliver? He’s a friend of Miss Hunter’s, and President Duncan arranged for his stay

far as the Sunhill Hotel staff were concerned, Oliver was staying at the hotel as a friend of President Duncan’s, who had made the arrangements personally. They had no idea who Oliver really was, and given that he was usually incognito, there weren’t more than a

Britney’s frown deepened.

be a friend of

told Alexander about all

paled at the thought of this and hastily made a call. “Jason,” she said anxiously into her phone, “I think we may have

behind the partition basked the bedroom in a warm glow. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was still drowsy with sleep when

spread laid out before him, which comprised three dishes, a large bowl of soup, a fruit platter and two dessert choices. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” she

he lifted his gaze, an impish grin playing

and kittens,” Courtney grumbled, glaring at him as she pulled out

a small bowl of soup and placed it in front of her.

“Did you make this?”

“Sort of.”

and she certainly had not expected for a person like him, who had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, to make soup for

her astonishment, Alexander gave her a lopsided smile and

then you might as well rebrand the entire restaurant menu as ‘the President’s Special’ the next time you decide to advertise the hotel. I’m sure all the women in Melrose City would line up at our doors just

smiled pleasantly, then asked, “Are you saying you’re

She scoffed in awkward denial before retorting, “Do you really think there

would line up for me.” Alexander looked at her in bemusement. “You, on the other hand, have plenty of men

abruptly that Courtney couldn’t catch up with him. She blinked. “What are you

arms and stared at her assessingly. “Fifteen years old, then twenty-five. Do you have

and she sputtered, “I don’t have a ‘thing’ for bringing men home. You know

the punk staying in my hotel was an accident, but how about the other guy? He’s

he getting on your nerves? The man’s

busy these days. Take a look.” Alexander’s expression was bland as he clicked into a video on his phone and propped it

screen and saw that it was a video clip taken from the variety show in which Shay was starring. It was a clip of his interview, and

that you are currently single and your recent clarifications on the dating rumors, would you mind sharing with us the qualities you