"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, just a bit dizzy, I really want to sleep."
"We'll head back to the hotel now."
"Mm."
Rebecca Quentin leaned on the seat, her long lashes already lowered, and she slipped into sleep in a daze.
Chester Robinson glanced at Rebecca Quentin in the rearview mirror, then started the engine.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a five-star hotel.
Chester Robinson carefully scooped up Rebecca Quentin and walked toward the hotel.
They took the elevator straight to the fifty-eighth floor, where the attendant was already waiting.
"Mr. Robinson."
"Open the door."
"Yes."
The attendant opened the hotel room, and Chester Robinson carried Rebecca Quentin inside.
Placing Rebecca Quentin on the bed, Chester Robinson looked down at the sleeping Rebecca Quentin and softly instructed the attendant, "No matter what noise you hear in the room, do not enter until Mr. Geoffrey returns."
