My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 873:

He didn’t know if it was a mistake.

He frowned. Had it been a different room?

But he did open the door with the keycard, so there was nothing wrong.

His job was done.

He gave the hallway one last glance, making sure no one was watching, then disappeared into the shadows.

As the waiter disappeared down the hallway, another figure—watching from the shadows—finally let out a breath of relief.

He had been searching for room 1109 but couldn’t find it. Then, as if fate had intervened, the problem had solved itself. He had spotted the waiter—a man working for Miss Herrera—coming out from a room. It was all coming together perfectly.

slid it through the lock. The door clicked

small hotel didn’t care much about privacy, but it was obsessed with avoiding trouble. To prevent accidents, management had issued a few master

around the hallway—empty. From his pocket, he retrieved a small wooden box. Inside, neatly arranged,

pulled one out, lit it, and placed it carefully inside the incense holder. He

fragrance, infused with the

elevator, he pulled out

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if

ear. A mouth—soft lips tracing her skin. A tongue, gliding along the curve of her ear, hot and damp, sending a shiver down

low in her

resisting. She was…

in the depths of her mind, alarm bells rang, but they were faint, distant. Everything felt

to think. Tried to remember. But her mind felt like it