Chapter 91. Humor Me

“I’m here for Mr. Ethan Steinfield,” Michelle informed the receptionist of the five star hotel where she at.

It was the place indicated on the piece paper he gave. While waiting for the receptionist to confirm her visit, Michelle could already feel the wild beating of her heart. The lump inside her throat was getting bigger at each second passing, and so to distract herself her eyes roamed around the lobby of the hotel.

The hotel was enormous, silver and gold-colored interior designs could be seen anywhere, complementing the expensive furniture and porcelain floor. Michelle could not help but wonder how long Ethan had been staying here.

Why was he in Milan, anyway? She thought.

“May I get your full name, Miss?”

She turned to the receptionist. “Michelle Finley.”

“Mr. Steinfield confirmed that he will have a visitor named Michelle Steinfield, his wife.”

“Yes. T—That’s me...” She took a deep breath. It was foreign to hear his surname next to he