Bab 235: Matilda (R-18)

Finally, Jirawut and all his wives had arrived in Ireland, the boat docking at the harbor in Dublin.

The women were excited, dressed in their finest dresses, wearing their hair tied up. They walked along the dock, their arms linked, and greeted the people passing by. Jirawut saw many familiar faces, nodding to the locals.

"hotel over there," Cara said, pointing to a large building.

Jirawut followed her finger and spotted a big hotel.

"Let's go there," Jirawut said.

"yes," Cara replied.

They made their way to the hotel, the entourage drawing some curious glances from onlookers. As they entered the grand lobby, the atmosphere was buzzing with a mix of excitement and awe.

The receptionist looked up, surprised and slightly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of guests. Jirawut approached the counter with a charming smile.

"Good afternoon. We'd like to check in. I believe we have a reservation."