Sweet Sorrow novel Chapter 4

Nicole sat on the floor in a daze.

The scene she had just met Jacob played over and over again in her mind.

It was really him

"Nicole, is Nicole here?"

The lobby manager's voice came from the intercom.

Nicole wiped her tears and answered.

"Have you finished cleaning the suite?" Asked the manager.

"Not yet." It was not until then that Nicole remembered that she had something important to do. She got up and patted the dust on her clothes. "I'll finish cleaning right away."

"No need for that. Room 666 I'll arrange for Lily to go. People in room 888 is our distinguished guest. Treat him well and provide him with the best service, making him feel at home. Do you understand?"

Nicole nodded solemnly, "yes, I do."

She kept her encounter with Jacob in her mind and tried her best to calm down. She took a deep breath, patted her face and walked out of the staircase.

Standing in front of room 888, Nicole raised her hand and knocked the door softly.

A moment later, an invitation came in.

Nicole turned the doorknob and walked in with a straight face. She slightly bent down and said politely, "Sir, may I help you with the guest room service?"

No one responded.

Nicole was waiting for a while and spoke again, "I'm sorry to bother you, sir, have a good rest, if you need anything ."

"Wait!"

Hearing this voice, Nicole was stunned.

She looked up in panic and saw the man sitting on the sofa in front of her.

The man who just met...

With a glass of wine in his hand, Jacob looked at Nicole with a faint smile, not knowing whether he was happy or angry.

Nicole clutched her fists tightly. She stared at Jacob with blank brain.

"Come here."

Compared with Nicole's panic, Jacob looked much calmer. He stared at Nicole and said calmly.

Nicole's fingernails were about to bleed. She gave a deep look at Jacob, struggling...

'What the hell did Jacob want to do...'

After a long while, she bowed her head and walked towards him step by step.

She thought that maybe Jacob had already forgotten her, she was the servant of this hotel now, and he was just a guest for her.

She'd better not flatter herself.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Nicole walked over and stopped when she was about one meter away from Jacob.

She was polite and distant.

Jacob stared at the woman in front of him. From the moment she came in, all his attention was focused on her.

Five years.

For countless sleepless nights, he was dreaming about the scene of their meeting again. If they met again, he would ask her why she had done that, and let her know how painful he had been, and ask her to give him an explanation.

As time went by, his grievances and unwillingness gradually turned into deep hatred.

He hated her.

He hated her cruelty, she let him taste the happiness of love, and she trampled this happiness cruelly.

"Drink it."

Jacob managed to hold back his burning hatred and collected himself.

Nicole looked at the wine glass in front of her, biting her lips.

"Sir, we can't..."