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?

occupancy room. There

lingering outside, would notice. And who

could be when it came to

in front of him

heater on, sleeping without a blanket

that followed, Janice wrestled with her thoughts. When she finally glanced up again, her

her toward the bathroom. His tone was firm and final “I'll sleep on the

standing in the middle of the

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

belore

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

bada't even noticed Edward's phone vibrating. Without a word, she turned and

"Hello," Edward answered.

little cramped. Trward stood by the window as he took the call, his eyes

you and Calvin, along with Matilda, are coming home," Barbara Thompson declared on the other end of the

back, it

a business trip in Gallandia," Edward replied

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

a soft

I don't care. He has to

for a response, Barbara

you not have enough money

already lying on the couch, stet fully dressed.

him briefly but said nothing, climbing quietly into the

it a strange tension. It was recal parts unfamiliarity and something

corner of the blanket. She closed her eyes, determined to fall

let her

was fat chilller than back