At this moment, Harmony stood at the door of Room 8888 with Reuben keeping a close eye on her from behind. That resulted in her having no choice but to pretend that she was here to sell herself. Although she was afraid to knock on the door and had no idea what kind of person was inside, she felt like there was a force pushing her, compelling her to go through with this.
Secretly taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell.
In the meantime, Reuben’s fists were already clenched tightly. He was eager to find out who her benefactor was, curious about their appearance and status in the entertainment industry.
At the same time, he couldn’t help but imagine that the person might be an older or perhaps a wealthy yet ordinary-looking man. Either way, the idea of the woman he’d held dear for five years sharing that intimate moment for the first time was like a painful stab to his heart.
Harmony’s mind was in a mess because she knew the words she had just spoken to the sc*mbag on the phone had deeply hurt him. But what if the man inside opened the door and asked who she was? Wouldn’t that expose her? Then, she would end up being nothing more than a joke.
How she hoped the man inside the room wouldn’t say anything when he opened the door. That way, they could at least pretend to know each other when she entered the door and prevent the sc*mbag from watching her make a fool of herself.
On the other hand, Ezekiel had just returned to the hotel, taking off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt. Just as he was about to sit down for a glass of red wine and relax, he heard his doorbell ringing. Intrigued, he pondered who might be seeking him out at this hour and approached the door. When he looked through the peephole and saw a young woman standing outside, he nearly forgot he had a gemstone that he had found.
It seemed like the owner had found him. A faint smile played on his lips, finding it quite interesting. The image of the tearful eyes that he saw at the airport flashed through his mind. There seemed to be a mysterious force tugging him, making him eager to know the story behind those teary eyes.
So, he reached out and twisted the doorknob, swinging the door open.
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