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.

it from our manager too. Looks like an executive from the company. He told us to be as professional as possible for these two days. If we’re caught making mistakes,

to hang around. Pointing at the elevators,

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

men walked in, side by side.

suits and were rather tall.

taller man. He looked like one of those young stars with huge followings—slim eyebrows, captivating dark eyes, and soft lips set against smooth skin—and

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 and turned to

his overall innocuous appearance. Larissa could not help but shudder at

you like to check in?” Livie’s sweet voice sounded at just the right moment. Only then did the man withdraw his gaze, and Larissa quickly

stepped forward

made reservations?” Livie queried

handed his ID over. “One presidential suite, and

the Regal Dynasty Hotel. According to the general manager, it was reserved for that

her hand. Just as she was about to open her mouth, she suddenly remembered that she did not even know his name. Her

the manager of the Regal Dynasty’s housekeeping department. My name is Larissa Seymour. I will be

two seconds before turning his attention to

“Hello.”

Larissa had expected. It

still caught up in it when her hand suddenly got

from his pocket and was gripping hers. His hand was just as smooth as

calloused than his, and a

Rogers,” the man said, uttering an

stunned for a few seconds before she realized that he was introducing

Mr. Rogers!” she said

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

other man had finished checking in and handed a

walked toward the elevator. When the other

all the furtive looks. She touched her cheek awkwardly, and waited until they were both in the elevator before she asked Livie, “Is there something on

shook her head

…

in the morning. “Where have you been?” He used an interrogatory tone.

his question.