Sweet Subterfuge

Larissa did not return to the private room.

The incident in the corridor had attracted the attention of quite a crowd. That naturally included Travis’ subordinates. They had seen Travis leaving with Amber in his arms, but not a single person showed any signs of shock or surprise.

It was likely that they already knew about Travis and Amber’s affair.

Thinking back to how she deliberately acted affectionately with Travis in front of them, Larissa thought herself an idiot. They were likely laughing at her on the inside.

Doing everything in her power to hold back her tears, Larissa drove home.

The house was dark. When she turned on the lights, everything was as she left it before leaving for the gathering.

But the air had gotten significantly colder.

Without further delay, Larissa stuffed all of her valuables into two large suitcases and headed straight to her workplace, the Regal Dynasty Hotel.

She was the manager of the hotel’s housekeeping department, and she had a private staff room there due to her constant night shifts. Although there was nothing in there but a bed, it was enough to be a temporary home before she could find a new place to live.

…

Although Larissa was in charge of the housekeeping department, she was quite familiar with the people in the lobby as well as the reception due to having worked at the Regal Dynasty Hotel for almost five years.

“Ms. Seymour? I thought you took the day off today?” Livie, a receptionist, asked in surprise when she saw Larissa come in with two large suitcases.

“Something came up, so I came back.” Larissa easily avoided the question.

But Livie was staring at her suitcases. “What about those?”

“Oh, an important guest is coming to our hotel. To provide the best service for him, I’ll be staying in the hotel for now.” Larissa recalled the matter discussed by the general manager during the morning meeting two days ago and used it as an excuse.

Sure enough, Livie did not question her.

told us to be as professional as possible for these two days. If we’re caught making mistakes, then

in response. She had no desire to hang around. Pointing at the elevators,

of steady footsteps could be heard. In the quiet of the night, it was rather loud.

men walked in,

wore tidy black suits

stars with huge followings—slim eyebrows, captivating dark eyes, and soft lips set against smooth skin—and yet he was still rather

left hand fell naturally at his side, and his right was loosely stuck in his trousers’ pocket. Despite his elegance, there was a hint of roguishness to his temperament. As if sensing Larissa’s gaze, he looked up

his overall innocuous appearance. Larissa could

the right moment. Only then did the man

stepped forward and

made reservations?” Livie

ID over. “One presidential suite, and one deluxe suite.”

Larissa pause once again. There was only one presidential suite in the Regal Dynasty Hotel. According to the general manager, it

man. She put a professional smile on her face and stuck out her hand. Just as she was about to open her mouth, she suddenly remembered that she did not even know his name. Her smile froze for

housekeeping department. My name is Larissa Seymour. I will be

two seconds before turning his attention to her

“Hello.”

as melodious as Larissa had expected. It had a low, rich timbre, like a good-quality cello.

was still caught up in it when her hand

and was gripping hers. His hand was just as smooth as

more calloused than his, and a sense of self-loathing swelled from

said, uttering

for a few seconds before she realized that

you, Mr. Rogers!” she said respectfully.

expressions. Soon, the faint smile faded from his face, and a hint of frost crept into his gaze. He drew back his hand and stuck it

a room card to

and walked toward the elevator. When

looks. She touched her cheek awkwardly, and waited until they were both in the

her head in confusion.

…

from Travis early in the morning. “Where have you been?”

did not answer his question. “Travis, let’s get