Holley looked back at Ron and said, "Who said I would stand here for the whole night?"
"Really?"
Obviously, he didn't believe it, and his words were filled with banter.
"Someone will send food here later. I will go to bed after I finish eating."
She said with bravado, but her heart was in a mess.
'What should I do? What should I do? I can't sleep with him!' thought she.
She was anxious, but she tried to look calm. She even prayed in her heart that the waiters downstairs would send the food upstairs slowly.
But the man downstairs was so shrewd. He received a large tip from Ron.
In less than five minutes after they went upstairs, there was a call, asking if it was convenient to deliver food upstairs.
After getting the sandwich and the black chocolate, Holley was too hungry, and she ate the sandwich in only a few bites.
She tried to slow down the speed of drinking black chocolate, but her body was too honest, and her hands were out of control. She could only drink the black chocolate in one gulp.
This was the most wonderful meal she had ever had in the past four years.
She wiped her mouth with a tissue and showed a satisfied smile on her face.
Ron was there, eating sandwiches slowly while asking casually: "what do you eat in prison?"
"None of your business."
Speaking of going to jail, Holley's face turned cold in an instant.
She wouldn't have been in jail for four years if the man had not been here to testify against her.
When she turned around, she glared at the man who was lying on the bed elegantly.
"I paid for the room."
That man said calmly. Holley felt that he was more mysterious and unfathomable than four years ago.
"You didn't answer my question and glared at me. Then you went to sleep on the road."
Ron said almost cruelly.
Holley just felt it was ridiculous. Everyone had the right to ask her what kind of life she had in prison, except this man.
"I will sleep on the road."
She answered without hesitation, throwing away the suit coat of that man and the blanket wrapped around her, and rushed out of the room.
She rushed to the door and changed her mind.
It was unwise for her to take a cold outside the hotel in the middle of the night just to get angry with Ron.
Turning around, she squeezed a very fake smile. "You are right. You have the right as you pay for the room. Don’t you just want to know what I ate in prison? I'll tell you. "
"It's just some simple food and no special, and I've never had any leftover or something like that."
Holley said calmly. To her, all these things were what she had experienced in her life.
"That's fine."
Ron said calmly.
Holley didn't expect that man would give such a comment.
Why did he say that? Did he want her to say thanks to him? It was all because of him that she was sent to prison and didn't eat leftovers?
Holley was annoyed.
However, Ron ignored her anger and raised his hand to turn off the light in the room before saying, "we will leave at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. I won't wake you up. If you go too far, you have to go back by yourself."
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