Finding Mr. Perfect novel Chapter 5

“Check again. We already paid for the reservation,” Freya argued with the hotel staff.

“I’m sorry, Miss King. Two of our studios were under repair, but it wasn’t reflected in our system,” the front desk said.

“We could share a room, Boss,” Geneva said reluctantly. “I could sleep on the sofa.”

“No!” Freya reacted. “I won’t have you sleep on the sofa. Let me call Kenneth.”

“What’s going on?” Kenneth’s voice rang in the lobby of the Diamond Hotel. This was his family’s hotel. If anyone could fix this, it was him.

“Oh, thank God you’re here,” Freya said. “I thought you left after dropping us off.”

“I… live here. I stay at the penthouse during weekdays,” Kenneth said, his gaze shifting to the front desk.

“Well, then. I need your help.” Freya explained the situation.

Kenneth didn’t manage the hotel. His cousin did, but the staff knew his family owned it. The front desk paled and broke into a sweat at the sight of him.

“Mr. Wright, the hotel is fully booked for the next six months,” the front desk said, but her voice was shaking, and Freya felt something was off.

Kenneth might have sensed it, too, because he walked around the front desk and ordered, “Show me.”

“Um—um.” The front desk looked like she was about to cry, but soon, she opened the computer for Kenneth to see. “Mr. Wright.”

The front desk whispered something, but Freya could not hear her words.

In front of the counter, Freya and Geneva studied Kenneth. They were curious about the result of his investigation.

Kenneth kept staring at the screen, his brows drawing closer by the second.

His gaze shifted to the front desk and the screen twice before he straightened his back and turned to Freya. “The hotel is fully booked for the next six months. I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do. I’ll personally give you the refund for the room.”

Freya’s face became complicated. She asked, “How is that even possible?!”

Inner Devil: ‘So, do we live on the street?’

“I’ll look for a different hotel,” Geneva offered.

“OR… you can stay at my penthouse,” Kenneth suggested, surprising Freya.

From the corner of Freya’s eye, she saw Geneva’s face light up. Her assistant was giving her an approving grin.

Inner Devil 2: ‘Stay at Kenneth’s penthouse? That sounds familiar. Looks like we are going to see abs soon!’

Inner Devil: ‘Go, Freya! Go! Stay with the Hottie!’

“Don’t worry, I can stay at my office. That way, you can use my penthouse for your private space,” Kenneth said. “On the weekends, I usually stay at the old Cromwell Estate, my maternal great-grandparents’ home.”

“You’ll stay at your office?” Freya asked. “That would feel like I’m kicking you out of your own home.”

Kenneth’s handsome face remained unreadable. He said, “If our situations were reversed, what would you do?”

“I would—” Freya hesitated. “I would let you stay at my place.”

“Then it’s settled. As a courtesy to Uncle Adrian and Aunt Riley, I’m willing to lend you my penthouse,” Kenneth said. “I’ll take you to the penthouse.”

“I’ll assist Miss Blaire to her room,” the front desk cheerfully offered.

Soon, Freya walked into Kenneth’s penthouse.

The floor was shiny. There were leather couches and neat shelves. She could smell a faint scent of sandalwood and espresso. Outright, she whistled. “Someone is a neat freak. Haha!”

When Kenneth turned to her, his gaze sharpened.

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