Even saying this makes me feel a bit cheeky, but I'm far from being a blushing bride anymore.

However, seeing Claude with that sour face as if he'd bitten into a lemon, oh, it was a moment of pure bliss for me.

"Today, Kate told me you snapped her necklace. This is a new one. Give it to her tomorrow as an apology," Claude said, pushing a jewelry box toward me. I didn't immediately take it.

So, he was waiting at the front door in the dead of night just to have me apologize to his sweetheart and sweet-talk her.

"Claude, I don't want to." I turned around and slammed the door shut with a bang. And, just like that, I locked it.

This time around, I wasn't going to take things lying down.

I quickly peeled off my shirt, swapping it for my pajamas, and started inspecting the shirt to see if there was anything unique about it. But this shirt was unbranded, its origins a mystery.

Only someone of significant stature could afford a stay in the 6088 presidential suite, let alone wear an unbranded, luxurious shirt. Just as I was about to give up, I noticed a golden monogram at the hem - MH.

Could it be the initial letter of the owner's name?

MH...HM? So funny.

I hung the shirt back up, not overly concerned with finding this 'MH.'

decided to let fate take its

downstairs, cards loaded with cash in hand, I ran into

greeted me warmly, but I could swear I

about

by Claude appearing out of nowhere, quick to accuse me of pushing her. Instinctively, I stepped back into a safe

I shook my

It was Kate who persuaded me to try hiking, an activity I agreed

hiking isn't

plan for today?" Kate moved to

but I was

Kate,

waiting for you downstairs

turning around just in time

about to let her trap

ground floor, there was Claude, lounging in the

he didn't even look up, "After breakfast, join me for

a smile, "Can

going

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