Capítulo 809: Stew

Her eyes narrowed in frustration as she spun on her heel and marched toward the other closed door. She didn't care what he said. This had to be another bedroom—anything else would be better than staying near him. Once inside, she slammed the door shut, leaning back against it with a sigh of relief.

That relief was short-lived as she groaned, realizing her mistake. In her hasty retreat, she'd left her bag outside. Brilliant. Now it was stuck out there with him. There was absolutely no way she was going to open that door and retrieve it, not after storming off like she had. She cursed herself for not trusting her instincts earlier.