Natalie Wheeler was lost in thought for a moment.
She wasn't 18, so she knew what he meant. He wasn't asking her to accompany him just to chit chat under the blankets.
She lowered her head, and her hands under the table were twisted together.
She was not willing to...
Allen looked at her gentle appearance. Her long eyelashes left a silhouette under her eyes, which was refined and lovely.
He approached her slowly. His lips fell on her eyes, and it slowly fell upon her lips.
"Fancy seeing you two here," Jasper's cold voice rang all of a sudden.
Natalie retreated instinctively and raised her head. Her eyes met Jasper's particularly dark ones.
His eyebrows were slightly knitted. Obviously, he was unhappy, but the corners of his mouth were curled up stiffly.
"Mr. Milton, are you living in this hotel as well?" Allen asked politely.