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 was

who was undoubtedly still lingering outside, would

hated bow vain she could be when

thought of looking ridiculous in front of him gnawed at her

the heater on, sleeping without a

few minutes of silence that followed, Janice wrestled with her thoughts. When she finally glanced

moved past her toward the bathroom. His tone was firm and final “I'll

clicked shut behind him, leaving Janice standing in the middle of the room, her heart thundering in

reason, it made her ears tingle. She

belore

hands with a disposable towel when his phone, vibrating incessantly, pulled his attention

Without a

"Hello," Edward answered.

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

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

summoned all of them back, it was

a business trip in

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

out a

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

waiting for a response, Barbara hung

or do you not have

lying on the couch, stet fully dressed. His attention was absorbed

but said nothing,

tension. It was recal parts unfamiliarity and

obediatly her side of the bed, clutching the corner of the blanket. She closed her eyes,

cold wouldn't let

dur's nighttime temperature was fat chilller