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.

it through the lock. The door clicked open slightly, just

was obsessed with avoiding trouble.

hallway—empty. From his pocket, he retrieved a small wooden

the incense holder. He crouched down and positioned it inside

rich scent filled the air—eaglewood fragrance, infused with the strongest aphrodisiac available. Satisfied, he closed the door and

the service elevator, he

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done. Don’t worry—I used the strongest incense. Even if she were next to a beast, she wouldn’t be

between wakefulness and a feverish daze. She felt a warm breath against her ear. A mouth—soft lips tracing her skin. A tongue, gliding along the curve of her ear, hot and damp, sending

her

wasn’t resisting. She

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

mind felt like it was wading through