We Got Love, The Crazy Kind novel Chapter 3

Sadness recurred in a heavy blow.

Amber was thoroughly drained -- exhausted by the rage of being sold out, the disdain for Oliver’s moral quality and a broken heart. She was shuffling and stumbling.

Oliver raised his head and looked this way.

Amber made a hasty retreat into a corner.

At this moment, Oliver was the last man she wanted to meet.

She might run out of control, questioning and scolding him out loud.

Enough drama for today. She did not want to make another scene at the gate of the hotel.

Two housekeepers approached with a plain trolley, loaded with linens. What they said was heard by Amber clearly.

“Lucky for you to get this nice cashmere coat!”

“Yep! Perfect for my son! So soft, so fine!” A middle-aged woman spread the coat, looking at it up and down happily.

A careless glance at the coat froze Amber.

It looked familiar—20 minutes ago, she was wearing it.

Liam Croft’s coat.

The one embroidered with an iconic, dazzling, golden “H” on the deluxe, discreet lining. Thousands of dollars threw off so easily.

Only because she was wearing it?

She felt so degraded and insulted.