Chapter 52: Liking Her
Elias Kane finished typing out those perfectly crafted, manipulative apology texts with fluid ease, then tossed his phone aside carelessly. He stretched out on the bed in a full starfish sprawl, eyelids drifting shut in lazy contentment, the faint hum of the hotel air conditioner the only sound in the room.
The system's voice chimed in, laced with a hint of concern. [Host, what if Giselle Frost comes back right now?]
It distinctly remembered that because Elias had chosen the absolute cheapest laundry service, Giselle's jacket wouldn't be ready until at least noon. That jacket was a key prop for winning her over. If she showed up before then…
"She won't," Elias replied, eyes still closed, voice muffled against the pillow. "I'm not even sure she'll come at all. So even if she does decide to show, there's no way it would be this early."
The system fell silent. [ … ]
It didn't make much logical sense, yet somehow it felt oddly convincing.
