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.

executive from the company. He told us to be as professional as possible for these two days.

response. She had no desire to hang around. Pointing at the elevators, she said, “Well, I’ll be heading

had not even taken two steps when the sounds of two different sets of steady footsteps could be heard. In the quiet of the night, it was

men walked in, side by

suits and were

drawn to the 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 yet he was still

Despite his elegance, there was a

appearance. Larissa could not help

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

man stepped forward and

you made reservations?” Livie

handed his ID over. “One presidential suite, and

was only one presidential suite in the Regal Dynasty Hotel. According to the general

suitcases at the reception, turned, and made her way to that tall 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 a second before she

I am the manager of the Regal Dynasty’s housekeeping department. My name is Larissa Seymour. I will be in charge of any affairs during

seconds before turning his attention to

“Hello.”

voice was just as melodious as Larissa had expected. It had a low, rich timbre, like a

it

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

hand, which was slightly more calloused than his, and a sense of self-loathing swelled from

the man said, uttering

seconds before she

meet you, Mr. Rogers!” she said respectfully.

eyes narrowed as they took note of her facial 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 into his pocket

in and handed a room

Larissa, accepted the card, and walked toward the elevator. When the other man

awkwardly, and waited until they were both in the elevator before she asked Livie, “Is there something

head in

…

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

not answer his question. “Travis, let’s get a divorce.”