This hotel suite was not her first visit; the last time was after she got drunk.
There weren't many signs of living in the room, his belongings were minimal and organized, indicating that he had been living here for some time.
She just couldn't understand why he would rather stay in a hotel than at home.
However, this place was quite close to Sinclair Apothecary, about a twenty-minute drive.
Could it be that he chose to live here for that reason?
...
After freshening up, she came out of the bathroom.
At this moment, Keane Lowell was sitting on the living room sofa, handling business on his laptop.
The clear light of the crystal chandelier fell on his prominent, defined nose, cool and imposing.
Noticing her sneaking glances, his gaze immediately met hers, her body instantly tensed, and she instinctively hugged her arms.
Only because there was nothing underneath the white nightgown.
Claire Prescott's cheeks flushed, "Do... do you have any underwear?"
