Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

Chapter 31

Actually, all hotels under the Wade family name had private suites exclusively for Ashton.

But even with those, Ashton still couldn’t sleep well. If he couldn’t rest properly in familiar surroundings, switching to a different bed only

made it worse.

So far, not a single one of those private suites had ever actually been used by the Wade family.

Ashton took Briar straight up to the presidential suite via a private elevator. Morton was already waiting at the door.

The hotel manager had personally led the staff to scent every room with a calming fragrance designed to ease guests‘ emotions.

The soothing scent lingered as soon as they got close.

Briar followed Ashton inside. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, her phone rang.

Ashton nodded toward her, signaling her to take the call. He sat down on the couch, clearly not in a hurry to leave.

Briar walked a few steps away and picked up. It was Tristan calling. It was daytime where he was, and the old man sounded fired up.

She didn’t dare chat for long, worried Ashton might overhear something and cause trouble.

“I can’t talk right now. Just text me if it’s urgent,” Briar whispered, trying to calm down whatever storm the old man was raging about this

time.

two aren’t talking or sleeping? Just sitting

smacked his forehead. He muttered, ‘This’s such a good opportunity, and Mr. Wade isn’t even trying to take advantage

saying anything, Brandon and Morton could only keep guarding the door and

of the hotel’s custom aromatherapy lingered

had come up and he wouldn’t be joining him.

a room with a girl late at night. Or maybe it was just something

reason, a

Georgiana and George again and needed someone

finished venting, more than twenty minutes had

and froze when she saw Brandon and Morton frantically waving their hands,

direction of their wild gestures, Briar looked over–and saw Ashton, head tilted to the side, fast asleep on the

blinked. That’s when she noticed the dark circles under Ashton’s eyes were worse than

guy not been sleeping at all?‘ Briar

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Chapter 31

Morton’s faces. Feeling a little guilty, she

with both hands.

okay?” Her voice was soft, coaxing–like she was talking to a

his face. ‘He’s not a kid. There’s no way that he falls