When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

After getting her suite upgraded, Heather stepped out of the elevator. There were just four suites on the sixteenth floor.

So, one of those three must be Kason’s room.

As she was trying to figure out which one it was, the elevator behind her opened, and a delivery guy headed straight for the room diagonally opposite hers.

“Hello, ma’am, your order has arrived,” the delivery guy announced.

Guess the delivery guy was in such a hurry that the drawstring on the bag snapped.

And whatever was inside spilled out onto the floor.

Heather looked down and, to her surprise, saw three boxes of condoms.

The next moment, the door swung open, and a delicate arm shot out; her tone was full of annoyance.

“Why are you so slow?” she complained.

“Sorry, miss, I’m really sorry…” the delivery guy stammered.

She snatched the bag and shut the door with a huff.

The delivery guy let out a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurried off.

Heather stepped aside, her gaze lingering on the tightly closed door, her brows knitting together in thought.

But in the end, she just went back to her room. Tonight really wasn’t the best time.

She wasn’t the type to ruin anyone’s fun. She wouldn’t interrupt someone else’s moment.

The next day, Heather slipped into some comfy athleisure and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She leaned against her own door, waiting quietly.

It wasn’t until a little after eleven in the morning that the door finally opened.

But it wasn’t Kason who came out. It was the same woman from yesterday.

The two of them made eye contact, and the woman froze for a moment before smirking, “Wow, still hanging around?”

As she spoke, she purposely flipped her hair, showing off the hickey on her neck like she was proud of it.

Heather just glanced and looked away. “Is Mr. Bradford awake yet?”

The woman paused, checking Heather out from head to toe before realizing she might’ve jumped to the wrong conclusion.

“You’re here to talk business with Mr. Bradford?” she asked.

Heather smiled. “What, don’t I look like it?”

The woman was totally at a loss for words, her gaze dropping to check out Heather’s clothes.

“Yeah, you do now… she admitted.

Chiara was dressed way more formally, totally giving off that boss vibe.

Heather walked over. “Mind if I have a minute?”

The woman pursed her lips. She’d just asked Kason if he wanted her to come back tonight, but he’d said no.

She knew she was just a one-night stand.

Thinking about the check in her bag, the woman gave a sly smile. “So, what’s in it for me?”

Heather glanced at her pretty face. “Hang on.”

The woman watched as Heather walked into the room diagonally opposite, and she was back out in less than five minutes.

Heather popped the cap off her pen right in front of her.

“Is a hundred thousand enough?” she asked.

The woman froze, locking her eyes on the check in Heather’s hand, then nodded.

“Yeah, that’s plenty… she stammered.

Heather filled out the check, signed it, and handed it over.

“Thanks,” Heather said.

The woman took the check, looking a little shell-shocked. “Uh, it’s nothing… really…”

Right then, the door right next to them swung open. Kason had clearly just come out of the shower, wearing only a loosely draped bathrobe.

The robe’s belt hung carelessly at his waist, water droplets sliding down his toned chest, tracing over the scratch marks left by last night’s wild encounter.

He lounged against the doorframe, shooting the two women outside a lazy, narrowed glance.

“So, ladies, are you making this into some kind of business deal?” Kason teased.

Heather had already looked away the moment she saw him. After all, she’d been raised to keep her eyes off anything inappropriate.

And the woman from last night looked visibly uncomfortable, her grip tightening around the check in her

hand.

Kason glanced at the check, letting out a cryptic little laugh.

“So, baby, just a hundred grand and you’re selling me off? Was I really that disappointing last night?” he said.

Heather couldn’t help but feel awkward, her brows furrowing.

The other woman looked a little embarrassed, but gave a soft, gentle smile.

“Mr. Bradford, she really has something urgent to talk to you about, so I’ll leave you guys alone,” she said.

She grabbed the check and made a quick exit into the elevator.

Kason finally turned his gaze to Heather, casually folding his arms with a teasing smirk. “Ms. Lynch, throwing money around like it’s nothing, huh?”

Heather couldn’t help but turn to face him. “Mr. Bradford, could I get a minute of your time? I’d like to talk. Lynch Group is making a genuine offer.”

Heather was rocking a lavender athleisure set, hands stuffed in her jacket pockets, looking pretty chill.

Kason gave her a long look, then turned and headed inside, but didn’t close the door.

Heather breathed a quiet sigh of relief and slipped in after him.

But as soon as Heather stepped inside, she immediately wished she hadn’t…

Kason strolled over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He was about to offer it to her, only to notice she was practically glued to the doorway. He arched an eyebrow at her.

He didn’t rush her, just watched, clearly entertained by how tense she was.

He twisted the cap off the bottle and took a swig himself.

Heather realized he was watching her, so she glanced up, trying not to look too nervous.

“Mr. Bradford, can I buy you dinner?” she blurted out.

Kason let out a laugh and casually put the water bottle down.

“Not a fan of the smell, huh?” Kason teased.

The room really didn’t smell good, and Heather was visibly tense. She tried to keep her composure, but it was hard not to feel uncomfortable in here.

Trying to talk business in a place like this just didn’t feel right.

So she spoke up, “Mr. Bradford, you’ve spent years on Vista Street. I bet you’ve never had authentic Beriton stew. Let me treat you to the real thing.”

Kason cocked his head, eyeing her with that dead-serious look. He saw right through how uncomfortable she

was.

“Alright, Ms. Lynch, just hang tight for a minute,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Heather breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “No rush, Mr. Bradford. Take your time.”

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