Julian glanced about the messy room. Although the layout was the same, he felt that something was wrong because he remembered to have clean up the room before he left in the afternoon.
It must be that woman. How many times has it been? Those people were so patient. It seemed that he should not only switch rooms but also move to another hotel tomorrow!
Julian rubbed his dizzy head and slowly entered the bathroom. When he found rose petals floated in the bathtub, he frowned again.
That woman... He was so angry that his head hurt.
He took a shower. When he was doused with cold water, he felt much better and sobered up a little.
Margaret went to the hotel reception to get the spare electronic key card and then walked towards her room aggressively.
What the hell! She was thrown out by Bruce's rival in love. How was it possible? Was she an ass? No, she wasn't!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Therefore, she quickened her pace.
