Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 2

Larissa did not return to the private room.

The incident in the corridor had attracted the attention of quite a crowd. That naturally included Travis’ subordinates. They had seen Travis leaving with Amber in his arms, but not a single person showed any signs of shock or surprise.

It was likely that they already knew about Travis and Amber’s affair.

Thinking back to how she deliberately acted affectionately with Travis in front of them, Larissa thought herself an idiot. They were likely laughing at her on the inside.

Doing everything in her power to hold back her tears, Larissa drove home.

The house was dark. When she turned on the lights, everything was as she left it before leaving for the gathering.

But the air had gotten significantly colder.

Without further delay, Larissa stuffed all of her valuables into two large suitcases and headed straight to her workplace, the Regal Dynasty Hotel.

She was the manager of the hotel’s housekeeping department, and she had a private staff room there due to her constant night shifts. Although there was nothing in there but a bed, it was enough to be a temporary home before she could find a new place to live.

…

Although Larissa was in charge of the housekeeping department, she was quite familiar with the people in the lobby as well as the reception due to having worked at the Regal Dynasty Hotel for almost five years.

“Ms. Seymour? I thought you took the day off today?” Livie, a receptionist, asked in surprise when she saw Larissa come in with two large suitcases.

“Something came up, so I came back.” Larissa easily avoided the question.

But Livie was staring at her suitcases. “What about those?”

“Oh, an important guest is coming to our hotel. To provide the best service for him, I’ll be staying in the hotel for now.” Larissa recalled the matter discussed by the general manager during the morning meeting two days ago and used it as an excuse.

did not

executive from the company. He told us to be as professional as possible for these two days. If we’re caught making mistakes, then we’d have

hummed in response. She had no desire to hang around. Pointing at the elevators, she said,

of steady footsteps could be heard. In the quiet of

walked in,

tidy black suits and

attention was drawn to the taller man. He looked like one of those young stars with huge followings—slim eyebrows, captivating dark eyes,

elegance, there was a hint of roguishness to his temperament. As if sensing Larissa’s

innocuous appearance. Larissa could not help but shudder at that.

at just the right moment. Only then did the man withdraw his gaze, and Larissa quickly turned away.

man stepped forward and said,

made reservations?” Livie queried yet again.

handed his ID over. “One presidential suite, and one deluxe suite.”

in the Regal Dynasty Hotel. According to the general manager,

and stuck out her hand. Just as she was about to open her mouth, she suddenly remembered that she did not even know his name. Her smile froze for a second before she managed to cover it up.

Regal Dynasty’s housekeeping department. My name is Larissa Seymour. I will be in charge of any affairs during your stay.”

two seconds before turning his attention

“Hello.”

Larissa had expected. It had a low, rich timbre, like a good-quality

up in it when her

hand was just as smooth as

at her own hand, which was slightly more calloused

the man said, uttering an unfamiliar name.

a few seconds before she

Mr. Rogers!” she

note of her facial expressions. Soon, the faint smile faded from his face, and a hint of frost crept into

finished checking in and handed a room card to him. “We’re good to head upstairs.”

around Larissa, accepted the card, and walked toward the elevator. When the other man bypassed Larissa, he kept shooting meaningful looks at her.

furtive looks. She touched her cheek awkwardly, and waited until they were both in the elevator before she asked Livie, “Is there something on my

shook her head in

…

got a call from Travis early in the morning. “Where have you been?”

not answer his question. “Travis, let’s get a divorce.”

a half-minute silence on the other