Sleep in One Room

Upon hearing William's words, Valentina did not respond. She seemed uninterested in conversing, her gaze still lingering at the headquarters of the God Armed Alliance in the distance. Suddenly, she sensed something and turned her head to look back at the end of their car queue. What she saw following their caravan at a safe distance, was a truck, the most common type found locally... Without giving away her thoughts, Valentina subtly withdrew her gaze and nonchalantly turned back to William. She sat relaxed and at ease and then answered him, "Mr. Felton, have you been inside?" Her question was familiar. It was exactly the same as the question he had just asked her about whether she had been to the arena. William said, "Yes, the scenery inside was indeed beautiful." Despite their answers being completely opposite, the style was the same. They shared a smile, each harboring their own inscrutable thoughts. Valentina suppressed the impulse to laugh, and they both continued to keep their secrets hidden. An hour later, the motorcade stopped in front of the only star-rated hotel in town. A parking valet rushed forward to serve them. "Oh, I totally forgot, I should pick up your luggage." After getting out of the car, William remembered. But Valentina responded, "I don't have any luggage 'cause I'm here on a shoestring trip." What an excuse! This idea of shoestring travel in the northwestern part of Chadron was completely out of the ordinary for Leonard. He even started to wonder what other outrageous comments Valentina might utter next. Valentina added, "So, I'll have to trouble you to arrange some clothes for me to change into." William's gaze subtly glanced at Valentina twice. "I'll have the hotel reception send them to your room later." The group subsequently entered the hotel, taking the elevator to the top floor. William escorted Valentina to the door in a very considerate and gentlemanly manner, saying, "I am staying in the room next to you. Feel free to call on me if you need anything." "Thank you so much, Mr. Felton." "You're welcome." After Valentina went inside, Leonard immediately reported to William, "Mr. William, a car has been tailing us the entire time. The likely intention is not good。 Those people are quite audacious." "They are not targeting us," replied William. "Then who?" Leonard was puzzled. But then he saw William glance at the closed door of Valentina, the implication was clear without words. Leonard was surprised. "Her?" William instructed, "Go find out more and send some more people over." Leonard nodded, "Understood." Valentina, while admiring the luxurious and magnificent presidential suite, strolled over to the large floor-to-ceiling window. Reaching the window, she glanced down to see several tall men entering the hotel lobby... Registry of those from the arena following her all the way here, even blatantly coming into the hotel, it seemed these people were determined to kill her tonight. In the next room, William loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket, preparing to take a bath. There was a knock at the door at this time. William's brow furrowed in displeasure at the disturbance. However, the moment the door opened and he saw the visitor, his countenance rapidly returned to normal, even warming slightly. "Miss Ricardo, what brings you here?" He had undone his suit and tie, his upper body adorned only with a superlatively well-made, simple white shirt. The exposed couple of buttons unveiled the tantalizing sight of his sexy Adam's apple, the collar vaguely revealing a hint of his collarbone. Shedding some of his usual austere, restrained aura, he appeared slightly more enticing with an air of lazy and casual charm. This man really was… Adhering to the principle of "why not feast your eyes when you can," Valentina unabashedly stared at him. Quite nonchalantly she said, "Mr. Felton, you said earlier I could come to you if I needed anything. Well, I have something to request." As she spoke, she wore a perfectly shy smile. Somewhat unusual, William thought. "What can I do for you, Miss Ricardo?" "The room is too large. I'm a bit scared to sleep alone, so could I…" Her excuse was far too unconvincing. Involuntarily raising his brow, William asked in a light tone, "What?" "Could I stay in your room for tonight? The space is vast. I promise not to disturb you." William's eyes slightly lifted, an intriguing expression on his face. "Are you sure?" "I'm really scared." William suppressed his excessive expressions, chuckling in an ambiguous manner as he looked at the girl at the door, saying, "I, as a man, naturally won't mind, but you are a girl..." "I don't mind. I can sleep on the sofa." With this conversation progressing thus far, William could only laugh and, as a gentleman, invited her in before closing the door behind him. "Miss Ricardo, if you want to take a bath, you can go ahead," William told Valentina whose eyes had been fixed on the liquor cabinet since she walked through the door. "Mr. Felton, you go first. My clothes haven't been delivered yet." "Well then, I'll take my bath first. Make yourself at home." Having finished his sentence, William entered the bedroom and subsequently, the bathroom. Still in the living room, Valentina walked over to the liquor cabinet. Indeed, the presidential suit was different; these liquor bottles were all high-end. Valentina, who always had a weakness for good liquor, forced herself to leave the liquor cabinet. Although William was a man of considerable wealth and wouldn't mind if she drank a couple of bottles from his collection, she couldn't bring herself to do such an impolite thing. Three minutes later. Having had enough of the liquor, Valentina was rather content as she placed the remaining liquor on the bar counter, thinking to herself, 'I did save Lewis's life, drinking a bottle of liquor from their family isn't too much, right?' With her exceptional hearing, she heard the sound of knocking on a door at this moment. It was from the room next door. Valentina opened the door, as expected, to find the hotel receptionist holding bags of various sizes, knocking on the door next door. "Are those clothes being delivered?" "Is... is this Miss Ricardo?" The receptionist asked uncertainly, raising her head to check the room number. "Yes, that's me. Hand them over please." Valentina reached out for the bags. "And these are..." The receptionist still held two bags in her hands. As she said, she looked up at the room number again. "Are they for Mr. Felton? Hand them over to me too." Valentina took the bags meant for William as well. Having finished his shower, William came out of the bathroom. Not finding anyone in the bedroom, he walked into the living room. Valentina, standing in front of the grand floor-to-ceiling window, was looking down. Upon hearing the movement behind her, she didn't react. Then he initiated a conversation, "Miss Ricardo, rest assured. The security measures here are excellent. There won't be any terrorists." He hinted at something. But Valentina didn't take the bait. She turned around to find William with wet, short hair, holding a dry towel in his hand. He was only wearing a white bathrobe, slightly open at the chest, revealing his sharply defined pectorals. His abs peeked out from beneath the loosely tied belt. "Your clothes." Valentina gestured towards the couch with a slight lift of her chin. William looked in that direction, only to have his gaze caught by the red wine on the bar counter. The wine bottle was already half empty. Then his focus shifted to the wine cabinet minus a bottle of wine - Valentina had picked the most expensive bottle. And then he heard Valentina saying, "Sorry, I was a bit thirsty and couldn't find any water, so I opened a bottle of wine." William chuckled, didn't mind, and reminded her, "Water is at the corner." Suddenly, he added, "You're of age, right?" Following his remark, Valentina looked towards the corner where a water dispenser stood tall - noticeable to anyone. Before she could respond, she heard William's following question. So Valentina returned her gaze to him. "Huh?" What did he want with that question?