My Ex-Wife Remarried Me novel Chapter 403

Afraid that Karl would drag her to the room by force, Amora immediately ran to the couch and sat on it as she stared at him with her guard up.

Karl was left speechless by her act.

Is that woman a fool? Isn't it a good thing that we're getting her a room to rest? Karl head hurt a little.

"Ms.Rory, this is Mr.Ronin's instructions."

"What?"

After hearing Karl's words, Amora's bloodshot eyes widened.

"That gives me more reasons to refuse.You can leave now.Don't be bothered about me.I'll just stay here."

With that, she lay down on the couch with her face facing inward and started ignoring Karl.

Karl, at his wits’ ends, gnashed his teeth together.

He had wanted to take forceful measures to send that woman to the room, but on second thoughts, he did not dare to touch her.

After all, he knew there was no need for Kane to personally deal with the business here, at least for now.

Yet, he still did and still stayed for two days.

What a woman! In the end, Amora still spent the whole night in the hotel lobby.

The next day, she was jolted awake by a horrible din.

Every day after sunrise at this hotel lobby, there would be a milling crowd of guests, creating an unavoidable amount of noise.

It was especially so when they gossiped as they saw a young lady lying on the couch in the lobby.

Pulling herself up from her position, Amora then headed to the washroom.

"Look, guys.She's the woman who spends the night here.Who exactly is she? The dress she's wearing is an expensive one; can't she afford to get herself a room?"

"Who knows.Perhaps she got dumped?"

While facing the mirror and washing her face, all Amora could hear were the whispers the strangers made.

Got dumped? Isn't that true? I might get that treatment anytime soon.

Amora sighed.

She haphazardly packed her stuff and walked out of the washroom, heading toward the front desk.

"Good morning.May I know if Mr.Ronin in the penthouse suite has come down today?"

"Mr.Ronin? He has already left.He uses a private elevator that leads to the basement parking lot directly.Don't you know about that?"

Never would she expect to receive such a piece of bad news from the receptionist early in the morning! Bloody h*il! He really left without saying anything? After a whole night of torture, that piece of news was nothing but similar to a bucket of ice water thrown at Amora.

Her vision blackened, and she almost lost her foothold.

"Miss, are you alright?"

The receptionist held out her hand and tried to help steady Amora's footing.

Nevertheless, the latter waved her hand dismissively.