Seeing the blatant skepticism flashing through her eyes, Michael didn't offer a single word of clarification. He merely gave her a steady look and commanded, "Hurry up." His objective was perfectly straightforward, he simply wanted to see her private room, and that was all.
Evelyn Sin was entirely speechless. She rolled her eyes and gestured toward the door of the adjacent suite. Michael stepped forward, pushed the door open, and flicked on the light switch.
The interior was a serene sea of sky-blue. A sky-blue canopy bed, a matching dressing table, a plush carpet, and a coordinated sofa filled the space. It was undeniably the private sanctuary of a woman.
She followed his footsteps into the room, maintaining her distance as she pressed, "Mr. Thorn, it is past midnight. You should head back early!" She was actively trying to drive him away.
