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.

lingering outside, would notice. And who knew how he

vain she could be when it came to

in front of

warm. Even with the heater on, sleeping without a blanket would leave someone

of silence that followed, Janice wrestled with her thoughts. When she finally glanced up again, her gate collided with

a word, he moved past her toward the bathroom. His tone was firm

in the

her ears tingle. She couldn't even remember what she had been trying to

belore

dying his hands with a disposable

even noticed Edward's phone vibrating. Without a

"Hello," Edward answered.

by the window as he took the call, his

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

back, it

trip in

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

out a soft

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

for a response,

not have enough

the time Janice serged from the bathroom, Edward was already lying on the couch, stet fully dressed. His attention

him briefly but said nothing, climbing quietly into the

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

of the bed, clutching the corner of the blanket. She

cold wouldn't let her

temperature was