How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284 

Vivian and Gilda smiled, but their attention was all on Jackson. Vivian said, “I didn’t expect Mr. Moore to come in person this time. We welcome you very much. I will take you to the hotel first.” 

Jackson’s eyes darkened and said in an unpleasant tone, “Thank you, Ms. Raven.” 

However, there were two cars parked in front of them. Vivienne hinted at Gilda. 

“Ms. I 

“Ms. Lynch, please get in the car.” 

Gilda nodded slightly. As soon as she got in the car, Jackson followed her and sat next to Gilda. 

Then he said to Vivian, “Ms. Raven, Ms. Lynch and I can share a car.” 

Vivian was angry. 

Her expression changed slightly, but she still held back her emotions. 

She said, “Yes, Mr. Moore. Then I’ll follow you.” 

The door was closed and the car slowly drove out. Gilda pursed her lips and said unhappily, “Jackson, Ms. Raven wants to stay with you. Aren’t you afraid of making her sad?” 

Jackson glanced at her and rubbed her head. 

He said, “What are you thinking about? Don’t overthink!” 

Gilda held back her laughter. 

It was the first time she had seen Jackson so serious. 

Gilda teased, “I see, Jackson. But Ms. Raven is so beautiful. Don’t you have any feelings for her at all?” 

Jackson just replied coldly, “Not at all.” 

Gilda was in a good mood. 

She even felt the oncoming wind being much gentler. 

When they arrived at the hotel, Gilda couldn’t laugh anymore. The decoration of this hotel was outdated and the hotel looked a little shabby. 

Vivian got out of the car and greeted them, “Mr. Moore, Ms. Lynch, let’s go in.” 

Do as the Romans do. Gilda accepted the situation now, but what Vivien said next surprised her. 

Vivien said, “This is the best hotel in the area where we are currently. I hope Mr. Moore and Ms. Lynch can stay comfortably these days.” 

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Gilda thought, The best hotel? That’s it? She even doubted her own eyes. 

Jackson seemed to notice her emotions and asked, “Are you not used to it?” 

Gilda shook her head. Even if she was not used to such an environment, she had no choice but to make do with it. But it wasn’t long before she regretted it. 

In the room, there was an ordinary wooden bed. The original white sheets and quilt covers on the bed had turned yellow slightly. 

Gilda was crushed. 

“Ms. Lynch, this is your room. I’ll put the room card here,” Vivian said considerately and then looked at Jackson. 

She said softly, “Mr. Moore, your room is upstairs. I’ll take you there.”