16. A Handsome, Wealthy, and Charming Hotelier

“Where are we, Sir?” Sumico had been carried by Virando Augustin to the top floor of The Persephone Hotel, to his own penthouse.

Sumico turned her eyes and her head around. She got immensely amazed with the luxuries and elegance around her. She kept staring at the things around her with awe. She felt as though she’d been carried into the heavenly world among the breezy intoxicatingly beautiful rainbow, among the pure white clouds drifting here and there in the middle of the vast and massive horizon.

“In my penthouse, Sumico… You’ll dry yourself here and I’ll get some new clothes for you to change… Okay?” uttered Virando intensely gently.

Virando laid down Sumico on a big and immensely cozy bed. Sumico felt as though she’d been lying on a puff of smooth white clouds.

“Thanks very much… Thanks very much, Sir Vir…”

“Actually, I don’t like you calling me ‘Sir’, Sumico…”

“So, what do you like me to call you?”

“I’d rather you called me ‘Elder Brother’, or perhaps the better one for me