Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 55 Chapter 55

Inside the room, Jandee was far from drunk. In fact, her mind was eleae. "Simon is definitely waiting in the hallway to see if you leave. We can't both leave either; your site has multiple rooms," she said.

The be would survelystantly

samson would mack her again—this time with even sharper, more venomous words.

Edward, still stacking his cigarette, walked over to the window.

Janice's eyes followed him as he began unbuttoning his suit jacket with one hand “Mr. Moore, what are you

Why was he taking off his jacket?

Edward turned back toward her, the cigarette perched loosely between his lips, His eyes gleaned with fint amesement, and his voice dipped to a low, teasing tone. "You're back to calling me Mr. More?

she stawmited, thinking he was annoyed by her sudden shift to formality,

To her, Edward wasn't just her boss-he was someone untouchable, almost sacred.

But Edward Interrupted her with and remark, "I sleep on the couch"

Huh?

Her room wasn'Lexactly spacious-not because Harrison was stingy when booking it but because jare pretened a smaller space. Cozy rooms gave her a sense of security

The problem, however, was the couch. It was tiny.

with Edward's height, even if he managed to squeeze onto it, he'd be incredibly uncomfortable.

“You should take the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch,” Janke blurted out, already grabbing one of the pillows to set it down for hi

What about the blanket?

single occupancy room. There

Simon, who was undoubtedly still lingering outside, would notice. And who knew how he

vain she could be when

in front of him gnawed at

wasn't exactly warm. Even with the heater on, sleeping without a blanket

wrestled with her thoughts. When she finally glanced up again, her gate collided with Edward's calm, steady

His tone was firm and final “I'll

in the middle of the room, her heart thundering in her

space, and for some reason, it made her ears tingle. She couldn't even remember what she

belore

long after, Edward reappeared. He was dying his hands with a

Without a word, she

"Hello," Edward answered.

room, lacking a balcony, felt a little cramped. Trward stood by the window as he took the

along with Matilda, are coming home," Barbara Thompson

summoned all of them back, it

business trip in Gallandia," Edward

ever, a trait she had clearly passed on to her children. "Does the plane not

out a soft chuckde.

right now, but I don't care. He has to come

a response, Barbara hung

or do you not

Edward was already lying on the couch, stet

briefly but said nothing, climbing quietly

strange tension. It was recal parts unfamiliarity and something harder

bed, clutching the corner of the

let her she need

was fat chilller