Looking at him, anger suddenly flared within me. I got out of the car and went straight into the hotel.
The receptionist looked towards me and greeted me with a smile, "Welcome!"
"Please get me a room, thank you!" I handed my bank card and ID to her.
I saw that she didn't take them, but she was looking at Hendrix, who was following behind me instead. His figure was tall and slender; he stood out everywhere he went.
Hendrix stood next to me and looked towards the front desk, saying, "There's no need. A room has already been reserved."
He was obviously directing these words to me.
The girl at the front desk looked a little awkward. She handed me the bank card and ID, saying, "Miss, please keep your documents."
I frowned and said in a heavy tone, "How could your hotel even be considered a five- star hotel when customers can come in to stay without having to register their ID?"
The receptionist was at a loss for words. She pursed her lips and looked at Hendrix for help.
I handed the bank card and ID to the front desk and continued, "Please hurry up. I need a room."
After a moment's hesitation, the reception booked me a room in the end.
Hendrix let me do as I wished and didn't say anything else.
I took the room card and entered the elevator. Hendrix followed right next to me without saying a word. The silence was deafening.
People can be strange sometimes. We knew that we held a grudge deep within, that we were both in a terrible mood, and that we should tolerate each other and make our thoughts known. But despite knowing all these, none of us were willing to speak up.
As I entered the room, Hendrix followed behind me. I went in, then turned around to block him outside the door.
It was obvious that I refused to let him in.
He knitted his brows. He looked at me with an icy gaze and said in a cold tone, "Arianna, must we be like this?"
He was one-head taller than me. Looking up at him, I pursed my lips and ignored his icy gaze. I replied mercilessly, "Yes!"
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