The hallway is silent that even the person breathing would be heard from a distance.
After cautiously opening his room door and poking his head outside, Justin looks back and forth before hurriedly leaving to shut his room.
He taps on Tim's door. Tim opens the door, but his gloomy expression does not make him appear welcoming.
Nonetheless, Justin enters the room and closes the door, scanning the hallway to ensure that no one sees him.
"Mr. Pawat gave me a call to alert me to the fact that you are being followed by media personnel. While Meesha is not a celebrity, he cautioned them against publishing any photos of her that they saw of you two together at the beach."
Justin, who is prowling the room like an agent, says, "He asked you to be careful."
Tim, busy with his phone, ignores what Justin has just said. He has a lot of things on his mind to deal with.
"Do you think I'm crazy? Who am I talking to? To the walls?" Justin comments, leaning closer to face Tim, who is seated on the bed.
Justin jabs a finger at Tim's cheek, as though to see if he is still here or if his spirit has left his body. Tim's eyes dart towards Justin, scaring the hell out of him, and he quickly pulls his finger back.
"I heard it. Could you leave now?" Tim says, sounding almost menacing.
After warning him, Justin pulls a long face and drags his body out of his room. He hopes this means he will not be dealing with any more problems.
Meesha is sitting on her bed, clutching a pillow, looking at the door with a disheartened expression. She is thinking if she should flee to leave everything behind at the moment.
She didn't mean to create another problem to hurt Tim. Despite her best efforts to avoid upsetting Tim, she is fully aware that her actions have done so.
"Where should I go?" Meesha muses, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I do not think Tim would listen to me and even if he does, it might not pacify his anger."
Meesha looks for her phone in the room. It is not there. She recalls keeping it in the right pocket of her pants. She searches her pockets and is surprised to find one of them torn.
"Oh God!" Meesha smacks her forehead, "How careless could I be?"
She searches the entire resort for her phone but cannot find it. She thinks there is only possibility left and that is her phone must be lying somewhere on the streets.
Meesha was strolling through the resort when her feet came to a stop in front of Tim's room. She hesitantly tries to knock on the door but withdraws.
She turned away, took a few steps back, stopped, turned around, and took a few steps toward Tim's room before turning around once more.
After observing her for a while, a sweeper woman who has been watching her doing the same thing, finally approaches her. After giving her a long look, the woman knocks on the door and vanishes.
"What the...," Meesha stunned at what just happened.
Tim opened the door and, catching a glimpse of Meesha, slammed it in her face.
Meesha's eyes blinked in astonishment.
"Huh! Did he just slam the door in my face?" Meesha laughs creepily.
She taps on the door furiously. Had Tim taken a few more seconds to open the door, either the door or her hand would have been broken.
Tim pulls Meesha in, tells her to hurry, and blurts out whatever she wants to say. He doesn't want her in his room right now.
Tim expected her to make things funny; no matter what she did in the morning, she would not admit her mistake, but to his surprise, Meesha apologised.
Bowing 90 degrees, "I'm sorry, very sorry." Meesha's voice gets thicker as she says, "I know what happened earlier was my fault."
"Even if it was not my intentions, I made huge a mess." With her tears falling down on the ground, Meesha continues, "I will not ask you to forgive me and as you said before, you can leave me here."
For a brief moment, Tim believed she had her memories back. She is not her old self anymore, but she is still Meesha.
Tim asks her to stand straight. Meesha has never acted so quickly in response to what Tim said.
Tim gives her a strong hug and confesses that he was afraid when he did not see her in her room. His thoughts wandered; what if she was in danger? He was unable to think clearly at that moment.
"I wasn't mad at you, it was my fault." Tim whispered, clenching his hands. "I did not pay much attention to you and what if something really happened to you?"
"Won't you ask me about the man in thinge cafe? Pulling Tim away, Meesha asks.
"Your assistant. How could I not know him? Tim answers and hands Meesha her phone.
"Ah! It's my phone. Where did you get it?Meesha hops happily while looking at her phone.