Chapter 69
<b>11:49 </b>AM
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<b>Chapter </b><b>69</b>
<b>Ethan</b><b>.</b>
<b>“</b><b>You </b>really are out of your mind<b>, </b><b>you </b><b>know</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>Amber rolls her <b>eyes </b><b>at </b>me.
“I <b>don’t </b>have time <b>to </b>argue, Amber. What are you doing here <b>anyway</b><b>?</b><b>”</b>
<b>I </b><b>just </bnded at the airport<b>, </b>on my way to <b>pick </b>up Cassie to whatever hotel she <b>was </b>stranded into. I have been trying to call her number for two <b>days</b>, but <b>the </b>storm has <b>cut </b>out allmunication lines<b>. </b>My only assurance that she <b>was </b><b>okay </b>was that there’s no major incidents <b>or </b><b>casualties </b>reported on the <b>news</b>.
But <b>as </b><b>soon </b>as I <b>got </b>out of the rent–a<b>–</b><b>car </b>office<b>, </b>I find Amber standing outside, arms crossed in front of her chest. How this woman found me, I have no idea.
“I’m here <b>to </b><b>stop </b><b>you </b>from making a further fool of yourself.”
<b>“</b><b>Amber, </b><b>let </b>me <b>get </b>one thing straight! For Cassie<b>, </b>I have absolutely no problem in making a fool <b>of </b>myself!”
“<b>Even </b>if she got stuck in an ind resort with her ex–husband, who, <i>by </i>the sound of it, <b>still </b>have the hots for her!”
“So what? <b>Cassie </b>is an amazing woman! She’s <b>beautiful</b>, she’s smart and she’s a nice human being. <b>So</b><b>, </b>what if her ex–husband <b>is </b>still <b>crazy </b>about <b>her</b>! Can I really me him?”
“You’ve been pining for this woman for years! <b>Years</b>, Ethan! And she hasn’t returned even one percent of your feelings for her! Don’t you think you ought to wake up by now?”
“I am aware that she cannot… probably cold never… return my feelings for her! But that does not mean I will stop loving her. I will be here for her for as long as she needs me. If she gets back with <b>her </b>ex–husband, then <b>so </b>be it. But until she does, I will be here for her. I will <b>take </b><b>care </b>of her until somebody else does.”
<b>“</b><b>Aargh</b>!” Amber groans. “I wonder what on Earth she fed you!”
I got in the car and Amber gets into the passenger seat.
<b>“</b>Where will I drop you?” I ask.
<b>“</b><b>I </b><b>will</b>
<b>go</b>
with you to pick up <b>Cassie</b><b>!</b><b>”</b>
“That’s not necessary!” I protest.
<b>“</b>Tough shit! <b>You </b>don’t have a choice. I <b>will </b>go anyway!”
<b>“</b>Fine! Suit <b>yourself</b><b>!</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>sigh in defeat and start the engine.Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.
Amber and I drove in silence. She looks out the window with a scowl permanently pasted on her face. I look at the road in front of me, <b>asking </b>myself, “What the hell am I doing?‘
It’s <b>clear </b>to me even if Cassie does not say it. She will never feel for me whatever she felt for Steele. Maybe in this life, they are destined to be with each other, even though he barely deserved her. And I, the
person who deserved her the most, am just destined to be her most loyal friend.
But who <b>cares</b>? Right now<b>, </b><b>Steele </b><b>isn’t </bing to his senses. That means that <b>Cassie </b><b>is </b>still wide open. And <b>I </b>am resigned to taking care of her and her son for the <b>rest </b><b>of </b>my life. All <b>I </b>am asking for in return <b>is</b><b>… </b>that she allows me to. She doesn’t even have to love me the way <b>that </b>she <b>loved </b>Steele.
Call <b>me </b><b>a </b><b>martyr</b>. <b>Call </b>me stupid. But <b>that’s </b>how much I love <b>Cassie</b>.
When we got to <b>the </b>hotel that Lyn mentioned <b>Cassie </b><b>was </b>in, I immediately <b>go </b>to the front desk.
“Hi,” <b>I </b><b>greet </b><b>the </b>front <b>desk </b>officer. “My name <b>is </b>Ethan Sullivan<b>.</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>give her my drivers‘ license, and my corporate ID under King’s Court. “I’m one of the <b>shareholders </b>of King’s Court. Two <b>days </b><b>ago</b><b>, </b>my Assistant Lyn Thompson booked <i>a </i>couple of rooms here in your hotel, under the <b>ount </b><b>of </b>King’s Court.”
The <b>front </b>officer studies at my ID cards.
“I’m looking <b>for </b>Miss Cassandra Carlisle. She is checked into <b>this </b><b>hotel </b>before the storm,” <b>I </b>continue<b>.</b>
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“One moment please<b>.</b>” Thedy starts scanning herputer.
After a <b>few </b>moments, she turns to me and <b>says</b>, “I’m sorry, Sir. But Miss Carlisle only had a reservation here two days ago. But it seems that she cancelled her booking <b>just </b>before the storm.”
“You mean she didn’t <b>check </b>in here?<b>”</b>
She shakes <b>her </b><b>head</b><b>. </b>“There is no room registered under her name<b>.”</b>
Did Lyn <b>just </b>make a mistake<b>?</b>
I get my phone and check out Lyn’s message to me again:
‘She is at White Ridge Vi Resorts. <b>I </b>cancelled her reservation <b>at </b>first, but then because of the storm, she is unable to get out immediately. She said she <b>will </b>book the hotel herself. She and Kayden finished the <b>site </b>inspection together.”
<b>I </b><b>read </b>the <bst </b>line <b>over </b>and over.
She and Kayden finished the site inspection together.
Together.
“I am <b>sorry </b><b>sorry</b>, Sir, but we have absolutely no room avable at the moment.” I hear the other front desk officer say to another customer<b>. </b>“You can check <b>back </b>with us after two hours if some of our guests will be leaving. Because of the storm, we have been overbooked. Some hotel <b>guests </b>even opted to stay with each other just to the have shelter from the storm.”
Her <bst </b>sentence seems to hit me like cold <b>ice </b>bucket<b>.</b>
‘What if…
My heart pounds inside my chest. I can barely hear or see anything.
me <b>sta</b>
<b>“</b><b>Sir</b><b>?</b>” The front desk officer in front of me stares <b>back </b>at me curiously<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>Is </b>there anything else I can help you with?”
I shake myself back to reality. “Ummm… <b>is </b>there a guest named Kayden Steele who is checked in here?”
“For a moment, <b>Sir</b><b>.</b><b>”</b>
She searches at herputer. I hold my breath. I think I’m bracing myself with the cold reality that is about to hit me.
<b>“</b>Ah, there it is,” she smiles back at me. “We do have Mister Steele and his guest checked in with us.”
“A guest?” I echo. “Does the guest happen to have a name?”
She checks herputer again. Then she smiles back at me. “I’m afraid that I don’t have that information, Sir. It just says that Mister <b>Steele </b><b>has </b><b>a </b>guest. The guest information has been… hmm…” she checks herputer again. “Withheld.”
“Withheld? <b>What </b>does that mean?<b>”</b>
She nods. <b>“</b>It means that it’s either the guest information were not <b>given </b>or Mister Steele requested that the information not be disclosed.”
“But <b>we </b><b>are </b><b>all </b>from the samepany. My assistant made this book for our directors<b>.</b><b>”</b>
She shakes her head. “No<b>, </b>Sir. Mister Steele did not make this reservation under King’s Court. He arranged for this booking for hispanion <b>and </b>himself <b>a </b>few <b>days </b>before he <b>checked </b>in.”
Why do I <b>have </b>this feeling that Steele’spanion is <b>Cassie</b><b>?</b>
<b>Was </b>it just fate or coincidence that brought them together <b>here</b>?
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