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?

was a single occupancy room.

to bring another, Simon, who was undoubtedly still lingering outside,

vain she could be when it came to

ridiculous in front of him gnawed at

exactly warm. Even with the heater on, sleeping

few minutes of silence that followed, Janice wrestled with her thoughts. When she finally glanced up again, her gate collided with Edward's calm,

the bathroom. His tone was firm and

standing in

sound of running water filled the space, and for some reason, it made her ears tingle. She couldn't even remember what she had

belore

He was dying his hands with a disposable towel when his phone, vibrating

phone vibrating. Without a word, she turned and walked into the

"Hello," Edward answered.

balcony, felt a little cramped. Trward stood by the window as he took the call, his eyes tixed on

with Matilda, are coming home," Barbara Thompson declared on the other end

back, it was rarely

business trip in

and commanding as ever, a trait she had clearly passed on to her children. "Does the

let out a soft

is in Chilbourne right now, but I don't care. He

waiting for a response, Barbara

or do you not have

serged from the bathroom, Edward was already lying on the couch, stet fully dressed.

said

strange tension.

lay obediatly her side of the bed, clutching the corner of the blanket. She closed her eyes, determined to fall

cold wouldn't let her

nighttime temperature was fat chilller than