Chapter 327

Chapter 327:
“Stel, did you have the hotel make my room leak and blast noise because you couldn’t stand seeing me with Doreen today?”
Stella shot him a look, her lips twisting into a smirk. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m here for work—I don’t have time to play games with your love life.”
Marc’s scowl deepened, eyes shadowed by irritation. “This is a five-star hotel, Stella. If you didn’t set it up, how could all this happen? Come on, admit it. You still care, right? Don’t worry—Doreen and I aren’t even in the same room. You’ve got it all wrong.”
Reaching her limit, she snapped, “If you’re unwell, go see a doctor. Do you seriously think I have time to play tricks outside your door? You give yourself way too much credit.”
Marc looked ready to argue, but Stella cut him off with a dismissive glare. “If you want to switch hotels, be my guest. But quit making up excuses to get my attention, or I swear, I’ll slap you right here.”
She spun on her heel and marched off, not sparing him another glance. Marc caught a glimpse of her satisfied smirk and felt a surge of humiliation twist in his chest.
Resentment boiling, he stormed upstairs, barged into Doreen’s room, and shook her awake. “Pack up. We’re leaving. Find your things.”
Half-asleep, Doreen sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Why are we moving in the middle of the night?” The plush sheets and chandelier overhead reminded her how rare it was to stay in such a place. Now she was being chased out with barely a warning.
“The service here is awful. We’re leaving,” Marc answered, his voice clipped with irritation.
Since Doreen had come along with him, she had no choice but to trail after him into the biting night air.
A cold gust whipped around them, making Doreen pull her coat tighter as she edged closer to Marc for warmth. “Mr. Walsh, what now? Where are we even going?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Marc scowled, his patience thin. “Anywhere but here. As long as it’s a hotel, I don’t care.”
He stepped into the next hotel, but the receptionist greeted him with an apologetic smile—no rooms left.
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Marc frowned, his patience wearing thin. “Even your most expensive suites?” The receptionist gave a gentle nod. “Yes, sir. The last room was taken earlier this afternoon.”
A shadow passed over Marc’s expression.
He strode out of the lobby and onto the sidewalk, dragging Doreen along as they moved from one hotel to another, only to be turned away at every door. Each rejection wore on them, and the worry in Doreen’s eyes grew more obvious with every step.
If every room in the city was taken, where would they possibly spend the night? An hour dragged by as they wandered block after block, Marc’s legs aching from the search. At last, they stumbled upon a modest budget hotel.
Marc stepped up to the counter, his voice weary but insistent. “I’ll take two double-bed rooms.”
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