At that moment, Howard Geoffrey's gaze shifted to Rebecca Quentin's chest, evidently noticing the white scar there.
Only when she realized Howard Geoffrey was staring at her chest did Becca come to her senses, tightly clutching the fabric of her nightgown.
"You..." A wave of embarrassment washed over her. At this moment, she didn't know what to say to him. She turned sideways, buttoned up her pajamas, and gathered her wet hair at the nape of her neck.
But when she turned around again, she found Howard Geoffrey had already turned and left.
Watching his retreating figure, a lump formed in her throat, and her eyes burned slightly. She looked out the window, forcing a faint smile onto her lips.
Was it a mistake by the hotel, or some strange coincidence? Rebecca Quentin decided to find the hotel manager and ask.
Just as Rebecca Quentin picked up the phone to call the hotel manager, a voice sounded, "Hello."
