Chapter 48. Delusion

Emery’s POV

We’re both soaking wet and even if I’m a well-known socialite, the management of the hotel wouldn’t dare to let us in. Unfortunately, I had to thank Terrence’s incredible connections that the management let us stay in the hotel even when we’re staining the cold tile.

“We’ll immediately ask a personal shopper to get you clothes, Mr. Gray, Mrs. Gray.”

I languidly looked at the manager of the hotel who personally sent us to the presidential suite. I’m sipping on my hot chocolate while sitting on the couch, wearing only a bathrobe with nothing underneath.

After I finished the hot chocolate, I put the empty mug on the coffee table and my nose started to feel itchy.

Terrence sent the manager out and that’s when I started sneering.

Oh shit!

Terrence came back and he caught me sneezing for the third time and his forehead immediately creased.

“You okay?”

“Yeah—” I was unable to finish my word when I sneezed again.