Chapter 152


    Westin was thest person J expected to see here.


    This was the maid’s dormitory, restricted to men. The guard’s rooms were on the other side of the


    building.


    Westin shouldn’t have the ess.


    Yet nobody here was top panicked to see a man enter their dorm. Instead, all maids seemed pretty


    excited to see Westin.


    “Westin!”


    One maid cried and hurried to wee Westin, wrapping her arm around Westin’s, “What are you


    doing here? Are you here to y poker with us tonight?”


    Before Westin could answer, two more maids rushed over pped the first maid’s hand away, and


    yelled:


    “Gill! You stick at poker! Westin, you should not let her y with us this time.”


    “Yeah, she is such a bad yer. Westin,e over to my room. I just bought a new bottle of


    Bourbon, your favorite kind.”


    The first maid named Gill blushed with embarrassment.


    She snapped, “The Bourbon you bought is the cheapest kind you can find in a liquor store! Westin


    doesn’t drink her wine. It will hurt your tongue. Come and hang out with me. You said that you liked


    ying poker with me, didn’t you? Tell them, Westin!”


    J watched this bunch of women fight over Westin with a raised eyebrow.


    It sounded like Westin often came to the maid’s dorm during the night and hung out


    with them.


    He made all the girls go crazy for him.


    What a womanizer.


    Just then, Wendy cleared her throat, silencing all yells and yammers.


    “What the hell are you doing?” she said sternly to those maids, “There is a curfew! And you are all


    getting up early to serve the masters tomorrow. Have you all lost your mind?”


    Gill and the other maids pouted and lowered their heads.


    Wendy then turned to Westin and a smile appeared on her lips again, “Westin, but if you would like


    to kill some time before bedtime. We can talk over a nice bottle of wine in my room…”


    J let out a loud, sarcasticugh.


    “What the hell are youughing about!” Wendy red at her.


    J shrugged, “You didn’t allow the other girls to hang out with Westin, but you can do it yourself. I


    am justughing at the double standard.”


    Wendy’s face turned tomato red.


    “I am the supervisor!” Wendy yelled, “I am just–We are going to discuss some serious matters-”


    “What serious matter? Oh, like when can I get a decent room with a proper bed?”


    “You whiny little bitch-”


    Westin raised a hand and interrupted their quarrel, “Wendy, I appreciate your offer. But I am not


    here to chat with you or y poker tonight.”


    Wendy looked disappointed, “But…”


    “Not tonight,” Westin said in a polite yet firm voice. “I am here to check on a certain someone.”


    Hearing him say that, all the maid’s eyes lit up with excitement.


    “Who?” Gill asked with an expectant look, “Is it me?”


    Westin smiled.


    His gaze traveled across the crowd andnded on J’s face, “J, how are you doing


    tonight?”


    An astonished gasp could be heard from the crowd.


    “You are here to check on her?!” Gill snarled, “How did you know her?”


    Yet Westin didn’t answer. He was still looking at J with his full attention, “So what is the earlier


    fuss about? I heard that you don’t have a room?”


    J looked sideways at Wendy, who suddenly seemed very nervous.


    “All I get is a closet with a dirty rag tossed on the floor,” J said. “As for the reason, maybe you


    should ask the supervisor.”


    Westin turned his gaze back to Wendy.


    “Wendy?” he demanded, his voice


    cold.


    Wendy gulped. Her breathing became shallow, “I…It is just temporary. We don’t have an extra


    room. All dorms are full…”


    “So when can I get my own room?”


    “Soon.” Wendy simpered, “Let me see what I can do.”


    But J knew that “soon” probably meant never.


    Westin said with a nod, “OK. I see what is going on here. I have a simple solution to this,”


    J looked at him.


    Just when she thought that Westin was going to press Wendy to arrange her a room, she heard his


    voice saying:


    “Before J gets her own room, she stays in my room.”


    “What?!” gasped all maids in unison.


    “NO! It is against the rule!” Wendy cried.


    J parted her lips in astonishment, staring at Westin in awe.


    Her staying in Westin’s room… Was he crazy?


    Westin still looked very calm, “I don’t see why not. J doesn’t have a room and I am inviting her


    to stay with me. Is there a problem?”


    “Maids shouldn’t stay the night in the guard’s room!” Wendy cried, “And you only have one


    bed….Are you giving it to her? Or are you–are you staying in the same bed?”


    Westin chuckled lightly, “I believe that the rule can be bent. As for the sleeping arrangement, me


    and J will figure something out.”


    With everyone staring at them in disbelief, he offered a hand to J.


    “What do you say?” he asked with a smile.


    After a long pause, J answered with a nod, “Sure. That works.” “NO!!” Wendy snapped.


    She looked furious, partly because J wouldn’t be sleeping on the cold, damp floor as she had


    hoped, partly because J was going to spend the night with the man that they all loved.


    J darted her a cold re, “It is your problem that I don’t get a room tonight. If you don’t like this


    arrangement, fix it soon.”


    She walked up to Westin.


    “Let us go,” she said.


    Westin beamed and rounded his arm around her waist.


    When they were about to leave, J heard Wendy’s angry voice behind her back, “If you leave, I


    will report this to the maters-”


    Westin paused and looked beyond his shoulder. His gaze turned cold and sharp abruptly, “I don’t


    see why we need to bother the maters with this. Don’t you agree, Wendy?“.


    Although Westin looked nice and approachable most of the time, he could be pretty intimidating


    when he was serious.


    Wendy quivered. Slowly, she lowered her head and murmured a “yes.“”


    Westin smiled, “Good. I am d that we reached amon ground.”


    He held J and led her to leave the maid’s dorm.


    J shook his hand off as soon as they stepped onto the staircase.


    “Thank you.”


    She said in a polite yet distant voice, “But I can crush on a bench somewhere. You don’t need to


    take me to your room.”


    Westin chuckled, “Are you dumping me already? How cruel.”


    His sexy, husky voice sent a shiver down her spine.


    She quickly looked away from his gorgeous face and asked, “Why are you here tonight?”


    “I heard that your crazy ex finally let you out of his room. So I have toe and see how you are


    doing. Looks like Ie at the right time.”


    J gazed into the air, saying nothing.


    “Come and stay with me for the night, alright?” Westin said, persuasively, “The guards are patrolling


    around everywhere. They will catch you if you stay on a bench and ask a bunch of questions. You


    don’t want that kind of trouble.”


    J sighed.


    He was right about that.


    “Fine.” she caved in, “Where is your room?”


    Westin’s room was not/in the basement but on the third floor. It was not as fancy as Morgana’s


    room but nice and spacious enough. It even has its own private bathroom.


    Probably the captain’s privilege.


    Westin turned on the light and said. “Make yourselffortable Would you like to


    Westin turned on the light and said, “Make yourselffortable. Would you like to take a shower?”


    “No. I am good.”


    Westin chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head, “Then excuse me for a moment.


    He got into the bathroom.


    J looked around the room, which was tidier than she had expected. No dirtyundry on the


    floor. All clothes were properly hung in the closet. Even the bed was made.


    There was only one twin–sized bed.


    J cast a quick look at the bed. Her heart rate quickened slightly.


    Don’t be ridiculous. She told herself internally.


    Then she went to sit on the couch and waited for Westin.


    Momentster, Westin got out of the shower.


    His damp hair clung to his forehead, adding to his rugged charm.


    The water droplets glistened on his chiseled chest and slid down his n body following his well–


    defined abs, eventually disappearing into his shorts.


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    He was indeed gorgeous, making it impossible to look away.


    “Why are you sitting on the couch?” he asked, drying his damp hair with a towel.


    “There is only one bed.” J pointed out the obvious.


    “And?” Westin raised an eyebrow.


    “I don’t mind taking the couch,” J shrugged.


    Westin chuckled lightly and walked up to her. He bent down, bracing his hands on the back of the


    couch, and looked straight into her eyes.


    “There is only one bed. We are mates. And I am crazy about you.


    His eyes gleamed brightly under the damp, golden hair.


    “You see where I am going with this?”