Meanwhile, in one of the luxurious rooms of the Fifth Avenue Hotel, Jonathan found himself abruptly waking up from the incessant ringing of the telephone. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess from his slumber. As he attempted to sit up, he realized that Caroline's arms were wrapped tightly around him, making it difficult for him to move without waking her.
Jonathan gently tried to extricate himself from Caroline's embrace, but she stirred in her sleep and held on tighter, mumbling something unintelligible. He paused for a moment, admiring her peaceful expression and the way her tousled hair fell across her face.
But he couldn't ignore the persistent ringing of the telephone. So he gently pried Caroline's arms away from him, trying not to disturb her sleep. He stood and walked over to the telephone and answered it.
"Uhm…may I know why you are calling late at night?" Jonathan asked, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice.
