Chapter: 7

After ending the call, Bethany went back to her room, washed her face, and changed into her loungewear. Then she turned on the computer to work on the new project.

Her mother's huge monthly medical expenses left her no room to even think about love and romance.

Typing furiously on her laptop, she was so engrossed in her work that she failed to notice her muted phone lighting up several times.

Only when Bethany started to get ready for bed did she see that Jonathan had sent her three voice call requests and a message four hours ago.

The single text read, “Reply to me when you wake up."

Bethany peered at her phone screen in confusion, wondering why on earth Jonathan would want to talk to her.

Then again, he probably just wanted to warn her not to tell anyone about what happened between them. Perhaps he was even going to offer her some hush money-but if she took the money, how would that be any different from selling her body?

After a moment's consideration, Bethany typed, “What happened last night never happened. Don't worry."

But the moment she hit send, she decisively unfriended Jonathan.

Maybe by cutting communications with him, he'd feel more relieved.

Stifling a yawn, Bethany put her phone aside and went to bed.

But she was soon rudely woken up by a call from Carson.

"Hand over the project contract to Anna," he ordered.

“But, Mr. Smith, I-"

Before she could finish, Carson hung up on her. He didn't even give her a chance to respond.

With a sigh, Bethany got up to look for the project contract, but to her growing horror, she couldn't find the folder after rummaging through her luggage.

She clearly remembered having it when she first arrived at the hotel.

Suddenly, Bethany froze.

"Damn it."

She must've left the contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape.

“Aimee, this is an emergency!" Bethany gushed as soon as the call connected. "Can you get me Mr. Bates' phone number?"

Because she had blocked Jonathan on social media and even left the group chat with him in it, the only person she could turn to was Aimee.

“Whose number?" Aimee asked groggily, as though Bethany's call had woken her up.

“Jonathan Bates!"