Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 307

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After getting away from Samson, I took a taxi straight to the hotel I had booked in advance.

I checked in, got my room key, and locked the door the moment I entered the room. Only then did my tense nerves relax a little.

I unpacked my luggage briefly, then called the front desk and asked them to send dinner to my room later.

As soon as I hung up, Alice’s lazy voice sounded in my head. “So, the little rabbit who hid on the plane finally feels safe now?”

I leaned against the headboard and replied helplessly in my mind, “Of course. If he recognized me, it would be a real problem.”

“So, what if he did?” Alice chuckled. “You’re ‘Ms. Airel’ with a veil right now. He might not connect you with Amanda or Su at all. But I do think the way he looked at you was a bit strange. Could he be interested in you?”

“Don’t overthink it,” I rubbed my temples. “He probably just thought I looked familiar. We met once at the Mooncrest Pack estate.”

While Alice and I were chatting casually in my head, the doorbell rang. It was probably room service with my dinner.

I had just put on a face mask. Hearing the sound I stood up, smoothed the hem of my bathrobe, and walked to the door in my slippers.

I had just opened the door a crack when the door across the hall opened at the same time.

I instinctively looked up and froze. The person standing at the opposite door was Samson.

Alice burst out laughing in my head. “Hahaha! What kind of fate is this? You can’t escape no matter how hard you try!”

I had no energy to deal with Alice’s teasing. With a white face mask on, only my shocked eyes were visible as I locked eyes with Samson.

The air seemed to freeze, and an awkward silence spread at once.

He clearly hadn’t expected to see me here either He looked surprised for a moment, then quickly returned to his calm expression.

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“Ms. Airel,” Samson spoke first, still polite. His gaze paused briefly on the face mask on my face.

“Mr… Mr. Ortega,” I replied stiffly, my voice tight with nerves.

The room service staff stood nearby holding the dinner tray and looked at us curiously.

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