GoodReadJust another night in the city, Karen was tossing and turning on the plush hotel bed and was unable to find sleep.
Her mind was spinning with how she'd break the news to Kenneth, who was still waiting on his passport, all eager to come over to Swevia. What a mess it would be when he arrived to find Everett and Dorothy were doing just fine. He'd be so embarrassed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter much deliberation, Karen forced herself to dial Kenneth's number.
He picked up a few rings later.
"l was just getting Langston ready for his bath when | heard the phone. What's up? Everything okay with Dorothy?" "Yeah, she's fine," Karen murmured, her lips pursing in discomfort. "Um, Kenneth, how's the passport thing going?" Kenneth paused as he sensed something amiss. "I've submitted the application and taken a new photo. You knew it, but why asking again?" "| just think... maybe you should hold off on coming here. Dorothy's doing well, and the Lopezes haven't given her any trouble.” There was silence on the other end. Though Kenneth said nothing, Karen could feel his disappointment.
"Kenneth, Dorothy said she'd be back in a month. Save yourself the trip, okay? I'm planning to stay until she's settled, and then I'l head back too." Both cousins knew that no one would dare hurt Dorothy anymore ever since Everett has been brought back to consciousness.
It took an eternity before Kenneth's voice came through softly. "Alright, | won't come. Just take care of her." "I will." After hanging up, Karen felt something heavy in her mood, something uneasy and sad she couldn't quite pinpoint.
She flicked through her phone and looked for ordering some beer to help her sleep. But the foreign script was indecipherable, and she didn't speak a word of Swevia’s language. Heck, she was even afraid of getting lost just going downstairs.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSomething slipped into her mind. She put on the slippers, dashing out and banging on the door two rooms down from hers.
The door swung open to reveal a man fresh from the shower. Annoyance etched into his features.
"What is it for?" Jeffrey had just stepped out of the bathroom, draped in the hotel's white robe. His hair still dripping when Karen's relentless knocking nearly gave him a heart attack.
"I need a drink. Go get me some." "Am | your servant?" No one have had the gall to boss him around other than Everett! Karen batted her eyelashes to show off her innocence. "I never said that! Everett asked you to look after me, and | need a little liquid courage to help me sleep. But | can't buy it myself, so you're my only hope! You're not going to let me down, are you?" "l am." With that, Jeffrey slammed the door shut.
Karen stood fuming by the rejection. "Hey! Where have your gentlemanliness gone to? No wonder you and Heather are two peas in a pod - both lacking morality, pfft!" She had barely turned to leave when Jeffrey's door swung open again. This time he was dressed in casual wear.
His handsome face seemed helpless. "I was just changing clothes. What, you expected me to go out in a towel?" "Next time, could you wait until you've got the whole story before jumping to conclusions?" Jeffrey almost lost his sanity to this woman. "You're arbitrary to judge people based on your own assumptions." Karen stiffened her neck, huffing. "Oh, so now you're lecturing me? And what about all those times you snapped at Dorothy without getting the full story? You were the arbitrary one who believed that Dorothy stole Heather's man?"
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