I tugged at his sleeve and looked up at him with a pitiful expression.
He stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes as deep as a cold pool, making me feel uneasy.
After a while, he finally spoke, "Yeah, we're together."
The staff seemed relieved, "Oh, there happens to be one suite left, it's a bit pricey, do you mind?"
"I don't mind!" I quickly replied.
The guy glanced at me again, and I whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, I'll pay for it!"
He didn't say anything.
When we checked in, we both handed over our IDs.
He looked good even in his ID photo.
I deliberately glanced at his name—his name was "Brandon White."
"It's 2,680 dollars for 5 days. Will you pay by card or cash?"
"Card!"
I eagerly inserted my credit card into the POS machine, and smiled at Brandon.
"Sorry, it seems like this card won't work."
The receptionist was a little embarrassed, and so was I.
"How could this be happening? I still had a credit limit of four thousand dollars."
"Why don't you try again?" the staff suggested.
He tried again, but it still didn't work.
I scratched my nose, "I'll pay in cash then."
Before I could open my pocket, Brandon handed his credit card to the staff.
"Use mine."
The front desk swiftly swiped the card, as if afraid we wouldn't pay.
I tried to save face, "I'll transfer you the money later."
"No need," Brandon said calmly, "Your Visa card can only be used abroad; remember to get a different one."
He was so gentle that I could have cried.
But I actually wanted his WhatsApp ID!
……
The suite was really expensive, but it's spacious.
There were even two bathrooms alone.
But the problem was...
Why was there only one bed?
I wandered around, hoping to find a hidden door that would lead to another bedroom.
But no, there was nothing—really nothing.
Brandon remained silent, meticulously disinfecting the doorknobs and floor drains with a spray bottle.
Clearing my throat, I said softly, "Um… I'll sleep on the sofa?"
He glanced at me.
I explained, "There's only one bed…"
He shrugged it off, "You sleep in the bed."
"That would be too embarrassing. You're the one paying for the room."
...
That was all he said before turning back to wash the kettle.
Brandon appeared cold and aloof, and his tone was flat, but it turned out he was quite considerate.
I ran over and pressed down on the kettle he was about to wash. "Don't. The one from the hotel isn't clean. I brought my own!"