Violet raised her eyebrows.
It was the one she was planning to move in.
The manager had been observing Violet secretly. Seeing her face, he knew that the cleaner was right.
Fortunately, the hotel had a rule that when there were no guests, the bedroom door must be open. Otherwise, they would be exposed.
"Miss, we will let the staff repair the equipment in this bedroom. It is temporarily unavailable. May I ask it’s you or your friend to go to another suite?" the manager asked politely.
Violet picked up the bag and pulled up the suitcase, "Me. My friend is airsick and has already rested. Don’t wake him up again."
"Okay, please come with me." The manager made a please gesture.
Violet gave a hmm, and followed them to another suite.
After entering, Violet found that this suite was far more luxurious than the previous one. If it hadn't been a bit smaller in size, it would be the presidential suite.
"Miss, I won't disturb you. Enjoy yourself." Seeing Violet was looking at the room, the manager and the cleaner left.
Violet wanted to ask him if the arrangement was wrong. But looking at the closed door, she had to swallow the words back. Then she tied her hair up and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After washing away her exhaustion, she lay on the bed and fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was already dark. George called her, with a very worried and anxious tone, "Violet, where have you been?"
Violet rubbed her eyes and sat up on the bed. Then she replied in a daze, "I'm in the hotel room."
"But I didn't see you." George squeezed the phone tightly.
Violet then remembered the change of suite during the day. She patted her forehead, and quickly told him what happened during the day.
After listening it, the worry and anxiety on George’s face faded away. But he still frowned, "Is there a problem with the bedroom equipment?"
"Yes, that's what the manager said."
"Really?" George walked toward the next bedroom with his mobile phone to check the facilities.
Then he found that there was nothing wrong with the facilities. He immediately understood everything. Someone deliberately separated Violet from him and prevented them from living together.
"George, why aren't you talking?" Hearing that there was no voice on the phone, Violet straightened out her messy hair and asked aloud.
George squeezed the mobile phone harder, as if he was about to crush the phone. But he still smiled, "No, I just checked the room equipment."
"The manager said it doesn’t work. Why did you have to go to check?" Violet yawned and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.
George's eyes flashed, "So I stopped. Are you hungry?"
He changed the subject.
Violet touched her stomach, "It's kind of."
"Then let's go to the lobby for dinner. I will wait for you in front of the elevator."
After speaking, George hung up the phone.
Violet also put down the phone, opened the suitcase and took out a set of clothes to put on. After putting on a light makeup, she went out.
"George." Seeing him, Violet came to the elevator.
George nodded, "It just so happens that the elevator has arrived. Let's go."
Violet gave a hmm, and walked into the elevator with him.
In the elevator, George lowered his head. Violet didn’t know what he was thinking.
She just felt that he was in a bad mood. Just when she was about to ask him what was wrong, the elevator was opened again.
Stanley stood outside, looking at Violet and George in the elevator, somewhat surprised.
He didn't expect that he actually met them again.
"Mr. Murphy." Violet was also a little surprised. Stanley also stayed in this hotel! She felt surprised, but she didn't show it on her face.
Stanley nodded slightly to her as a response, then walked into the elevator.
The moment he entered, Violet subconsciously moved a little further away from George.
Seeing it, Stanley smiled faintly. His mood was slightly better.
Only George clenched his fists in his trouser pocket. His eyes were full of anger, "Mr. Murphy, did you arrange it?"
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