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.

middle of the night, and these two aren’t talking or sleeping? Just sitting next

He muttered, ‘This’s such a good opportunity,

since Ashton wasn’t saying anything, Brandon and Morton

soft scent of the hotel’s custom aromatherapy lingered in the air, mixed with the

from Reece, telling him something had come up and he wouldn’t be joining him. Then he glanced sideways at Briar, who

the first time Ashton shared a room with a girl

warm, and for some reason, a strange

been arguing with Georgiana and George again and

finished venting, more

put down her phone. “Mr. Wade, sor-” She turned her head and froze when she saw Brandon and Morton frantically waving their hands, silently mouthing at

looked over–and saw Ashton, head tilted to the

when she noticed the dark

guy not

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crushed expressions on Brandon and Morton’s faces. Feeling

with both hands.

nothing. You can keep sleeping. Shhh. Good boy. Sleep, okay?” Her voice was soft, coaxing–like she was talking to

‘He’s not a kid. There’s no way