Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

“More importantly, Rhea was completely drunk. That man practically carried her to their roo-”

“Fuck!” the man cursed before the hall manager could finish.

“Those Canien shitheads! They said she’s my fiancée! How dare they let their daughter get with any other man?!” he roared.

“You! I want you and your people to catch that piece of shit in the act and watch Rhea closely. I’m coming to the hotel! I’m going to have her tonight! Maybe that will teach her a lesson about sleeping with anyone but her future husband!”

The hall manager straightened “Understood, sir.”

The call ended abruptly. The woman, now filled with a new sense of purpose, summoned a few hotel security staff. She grabbed a backup room card and headed out.

I had no idea we’d become someone’s target.

We had just entered the room. I laid Rhea on the bed and was about to leave.

Before I could rise from the edge of the bed, she suddenly reached out, grabbed my neck, and pulled me close.

“Where are you going?” she muttered groggily.

“I’m going home,” I answered honestly. “You’re alone in this room. Don’t worry about it. Have a good night.”

“No! I’m not letting you go!” she mumbled, tightening her hold. “Don’t go, Sebastian! I… I drank too much. I feel sick. Please stay and watch over me, okay?”

I frowned. “You feel sick?”

I thought she was just pretending, but the wince on her face cast doubt. Besides, I’d seen how much she had drunk. Alcohol on an empty stomach like that was no joke.

“My stomach… Some kind of gastric pain… Heartburn… Please stay with me!”

“Of course you’re getting heartburn. Did you even realize how much you drank?” I said, patting her arm to ease her grip. “Look, me staying won’t help. I’ll get you some medicine for that, okay?”

“You’ll come back, right? You’re not sneaking away?” she asked suspiciously.

“Of course not! You’re suffering. I have to make sure you take some medicine and feel better before I leave. So please, let me go, “‘ I said firmly, a little annoyed she was sober enough to doubt me.

God, if she was always this skeptical and wise, that asshole ex of hers wouldn’t have fooled her.

“I want a pinky promise,” she muttered, raising her little finger.

I sighed and hooked mine with hers. “There, pinky promise.”

She finally let go. I covered her with a blanket and opened the door, ready to leave.

To my surprise, the receptionist I’d met earlier waited just outside the corridor, flanked by a few security guards. Our eyes met,

and she froze.

“Where are you going?!” she asked, sounding confused.

“Me? I’m just getting some gastric medicine for the girl inside. She drank a little too much,” I said calmly. “Is this for me?”

The receptionist studied me carefully. I had no idea why. After a moment, she put on the polite smile of a customer service pro. ”

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Oh, heavens no. We’re just on patrol. Please, don’t let us keep you.”

She stepped aside politely. The guards followed.

I was puzzled. Did hotel receptionists usually lead security patrols like this?

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