Chapter 8

Although Liam had managed to catch most of it, some stains still ended up on her clothes and shoes.

However, the lady at the front desk refused outright, looking at Liam with such disdain that it was almost as if she were accusing him of being a hypocrite.

Working at a hotel, she had seen plenty of such scenes—a man who couldn’t wait yet pretended to be a gentleman was nothing new to her.

In her eyes, Liam was undoubtedly one of those creeps, a typical sleazy uncle trying to take advantage of a young girl.

Frustrated, Liam had no choice but to do it himself.

After carrying Fiona into the room and laying her on the bed, Liam first took off her coat and shoes, then hesitated.

Fiona was wearing tight jeans today, which made her long legs look even straighter.

But there were a few obvious stains on the calves, emitting an unpleasant odor, caused by Fiona’s earlier vomiting.

Sleeping in such dirty pants would drive any clean-loving girl mad