The Hot Spring Resort
In the guest room, meticulously arranged trinkets were everywhere. There was even a gift from the newlyweds at the entrance, and a lucky charm hung by the window—a clear sign of their thoughtful planning.
Joyce Monroe took a few photos and was admiring the charm when the doorbell rang.
Silas Thorne opened the door, and Liam Wentworth, looking sickly, squeezed inside. "Thorne, Joyce, you've got to take me in."
"Go back to your own room." Silas Thorne frowned.
Liam Wentworth coughed twice. "You're so cold, so heartless. I'm all alone in my room. It's too quiet. Besides, I'm a sick man. What if something happens and I pass out? No one would even know. I'm so pitiful..."
"Hey, my wife doesn't want me, and now you're abandoning me too?"
"COUGH COUGH COUGH—I might as well just get sick and die."
With that, the shameless man plopped down on the sofa, making it clear he had no intention of leaving.
Silas Thorne was speechless. His expression clearly said:
