Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313 It’s Fine

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Time slipped by. Outside, the sky turned pitch-black. A calm evening breeze suddenly turned wild, and heavy rain slammed against the hotel windows.

The storm came out of nowhere. The streets vanished under curtains of rain, and even the streetlights looked like blurred smudges. Watching the downpour, my last bit of hesitation faded away.

In weather like that, finding another place was impossible. Instead of dragging things out, I had to accept that I’d be sharing a room with Samson.

I took a deep breath, forced down the awkward feeling, and finally spoke, “Mr. Ortega, since there really aren’t any other rooms, then … fine. We’ll share.”

As soon as I said that, my cheeks heated up.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I stared at my feet, fingers nervously rubbing my dress hem.

His reply came from beside me, calm and even. “Okay.”

Just that single word eased the tight pressure in my

chest.

The hotel manager let out a relieved sigh, rushed over, and handed us the key card. “This way, please. The room has already been cleaned. Let me know if you need anything.”

I followed Samson down the damp hallway, my steps feeling oddly heavier.

When the door opened, I stopped. It was a normal business suite-not small, but it still felt tight.

A large double bed sat near the window. A couch and desk filled the rest of the space. There was nowhere to hide.

Samson stepped inside first, took off his jacket, and draped it over the couch. When he turned back, he carefully avoided looking at the bed and motioned to the seating area. “You take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

I blinked, surprised. I’d been stressing over how to divide the space, and he’d already solved half the problem.

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Chapter 313 It’s Fine

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“No, Mr. Ortega. The couch is too small. You should take the bed. I’ll use the couch,” I said quickly. I was the one who agreed to share. It didn’t feel right to inconvenience him.

“No.” His voice was firm, leaving no room to argue. “You’re a woman. You should be comfortable. I’ll be fine on the couch.”

He didn’t wait for my response. He walked over to the desk, sat down, and picked up his phone like he had work to do. He kept his distance, giving me plenty of space.

“Then … thank you, Mr. Ortega,” I said softly and sat on the edge of the bed, too tense to lie down. I stayed there stiffly.

After a moment, I realized I was still damp from the rain. I stood and headed toward the bathroom. “Mr. Ortega, I’ll take a quick shower.”

“Sure.” He didn’t look up, eyes fixed on his phone without extra reaction.

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