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Chapter 3 - Three

In the entrance hall, a female in her thirties standing at the reception desk greeted them warmly and smiled. But as soon as Rose got closer to the reception desk, she let her tongue run wild and asked for a room.

"Do you have any openings?" asked the receptionist, who nodded.

When Rose noticed her struggling with the heavy weight of the man on her back, she asked for help and temporarily threw him down on the sofa in the entrance hall. Rose jumped to his feet and approached the reception desk, asking for a vacant room for two of them under her name.

The receptionist only gave her a mischievous smile.

Rose chose to ignore her while waiting for the check-in process to be completed, knowing she had misunderstood her. After a short while, her inebriated companion was carried by one of the motel's male employees, who led them to their room on the second floor. Rose simply trailed behind them. While walking into their rooms in the hallway, she came across some inebriated guests who appeared to be making their way to their rooms after having some fun nearby.

Rose appeared suspicious of these guests because the majority of the male guests appeared to be abstemious drinkers and the female guests they were carrying all reeked of alcohol. Rose cast an inquisitive glance at the drunk girls, noting that some of them were her age and others were minors.

She then shifted her gaze with suspicion to the male guests, and she quickly withdrew her gazes after receiving sharp blazing stares from them that seemed to be telling her to mind her own business. She found herself in front of Room 21 on the second floor a few moments later. The male staff opened the door and turned on the lights for her.

She thanked the male staff for escorting them into their room and returned the drunken young man to her arms before going inside. As she got closer to the bed, she threw him into the bedsheet cover, gritting her teeth in pain, sweating, and cursing at him.

"Look at this man smiling comfortably after creating this mess; Oh! This evil creature!" she snarled, fanning her boiling rage with her hands.

She felt as if she was about to explode thinking about her ordeals from the night before. Jane, on the other hand, had no choice but to swallow her rage and close her eyes, leaving a serene expression on her face.

"Whoah, it's okay, everything will be back to normal tomorrow," she consoled herself.

She caught a glimpse of this man who was sleeping soundly, facing the ceiling wall with her hands on her waist a few moments later. She sat down beside him on the bed, looking at him and attempting to re-acquaint herself with his face. She murmured hazily to herself, her brows knitted.

"I think I saw him somewhere, but I can't remember where. Where did I see him?" she asked herself, her hands on her temples, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Is he a wanted suspect?" she growled, widening her eyes, but quickly withdrew it when she realized she was speaking nonsense.

"No!No!No!How could a wanted suspect be wearing such an expensive suite!"

"He must be a model. Look at him. What a handsome face?" she said softly, admiring him.

She bounced her body closer beside him, who was still sleeping soundly at the time, to get a better look at him. She resumed reading his face, speaking gently and softly while making a moving gesture describing his facial features with one of her fingers.

"Thickened brows, long eyelashes, a bulbous nose, red lips, and fair glowing skin. Whoah! This guy must have lived in luxury his entire life."

With this face, Rose could simply say that he was extremely fortunate to have perfect facial features. She then paused for a moment, recalling a scene from a while ago near the pedestrian lane that had suddenly flashed into her mind.

How dare you defraud me!

Did you even care about me?

Rose remembered the scene vividly and looked at him pityingly, murmuring,

"Heartbroken after a breakup? What a poor man! Oh well, who wouldn't get heartbroken after a breakup. Tsk tsk. Stupid me. But how could a good-looking guy like him experience heartache. Well, heartache is still unavoidable despite your pretty looks," she said, her tone now filled with sympathy.

"Tsk.Tsk.Tsk.What a poor man suffering in pain after heartache because of a heartless woman!" Rose couldn't help but feel sorry for him at the time.

But, remembering how she had suffered as a result of him, rage erupted unexpectedly in a blink of an eye. She shook her head, shaking her thoughts away. She let go of her sympathy for him and devised a plan to take advantage of him in exchange for the mess and sufferings she had endured.

She tilted her head slightly to think, her eyes slowly moving upward, and delivered a speech.

"How about asking him to pay twice what I paid for the taxi fare and motel room? That seems reasonable."

She had every right to speak to herself.

"Considering the anguish he caused me tonight, this amount of money is insufficient to break even," she murmured, nodding her head in satisfaction.

She felt a sudden movement, gently brushing off her left hand and looking instinctively to the man on the bed, after a moment of talking to herself. He appeared to be having difficulty sleeping in this position, lying flat with no pillow support.

Then she realized his body wasn't even covered by the thick white blanket, so she gently lifted his head upward to place the pillow beneath his head, and just as she was about to lift the white blanket, enough to wrap his body from his feet up to his chest, her hands were abruptly pulled tightly, pinning her down like a sticky note stuck on the table. Rose landed in his arms unprepared and immediately caught his eyes, which were now wide open.

Her lips trembled and her face flushed inexplicably. And then, all of a sudden, she felt her heartbeat quicken, second by second becoming faster. She was so taken aback that she stared at him for a few seconds, her gaze fixed on him, and swallowed her dried saliva as she felt her feet weaken.

Rose was so stunned that she didn't move an inch or blink her eyes. Following that, she felt a hand move slowly around her waist, pulling her body up closer into him, and finally locking her lips with his. Rose struggled and tried to push him away, but the more she tried to get away, the tighter his grip became.

Rose was now completely under his control. She couldn't help but feel the warmth of his gentle kisses, his magical touch, and his breath, which exuded a masculine odor. He rolled her around on the bed and began to move his moist warm lips around her neck, to her ears, to her nape, and back to her lips, his hand firmly clinging to her waist.

But as soon as his hands reached up to remove her top dress, Rose came to, quickly opened her eyes, and pushed him away. She sat bolt upright, unconcerned about which side or area he landed on.

Rose was now in a panic, putting her hands on her chest, breathing heavily, and trying to comprehend the situation. If she had let him do whatever he wanted, she would have been in big trouble, realizing she had almost made a mistake with a man she didn't know.

Rose, on the other hand, was still hung up on the warm feeling she got from him. Rose, whether she admitted it or not, enjoyed those sensations. But after a few seconds, she was able to calm down and began to consider the man beside him.

She let out a long sigh as she realized he was now asleep, suspecting that she had pushed him too hard, knocking him out.

She just let him have his position for the time being, his head now lying diagonally on the bed.

Meanwhile, Rose chose to sleep on the corner of the bed, with her feet and hands folded and her head resting on her knee in a gentle tap, as a result of the unexpected incident.

She then began to close her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.