Chapter: 3

He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin Lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something.

As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany.

Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees.

Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong.

"Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?"

Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan.

But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night."

Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead.

Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!"

Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's.

Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel.

As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye.

"That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?"

Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him.

Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there."

“Seriously?”

"Don't forget he's the CEO!"

Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them.

“Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in bed?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. “He's tall, so I bet he's big ‘down there,’ too!"

Bethany was speechless.

Aimee's fantasies about how good he was in bed were exaggerated, but as for his size... It was indeed quite big, though since it was her first time, she had no one else to compare it to.

Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts.

She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence.

Soon, Carson Smith, the manager of their department, arrived. He was wearing a business suit and leather shoes, his thinning hair barely concealing his shiny scalp. He took the materials from Bethany and flipped through them, displeasure evident in his voice. "In the past two years, the policy has tightened. Promoting such a project wasn't easy, but now, this accident happened. If the additional money required is too much, it'll eat up your bonus."