บททั้งหมดของ Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed: บทที่ 371 - บทที่ 380

The man standing at the hotel reception desk was undeniably striking.His sharp features, complemented by an aloof aura, created a sense of distance, almost as if he radiated an unapproachable energy. Though he wasn’t dressed in formal attire, his beige cashmere sweater paired with a deep navy shirt and corduroy trousers exuded elegance. A sleek sports watch adorned his wrist, and his shoes were the latest running sneakers from a well-known brand.Clearly, he was someone who valued an active lifestyle.Miranda couldn't help but notice him. Her gaze lingered a moment too long, drawing the man’s attention. He turned his head and locked eyes with her. For a second, it felt as though he wasn’t just looking at her but through her, as if searching for someone else in her gaze.Realizing the intensity of the exchange, Miranda quickly averted her eyes. What was she doing staring at a stranger like that?The tour guide beside her interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, gorgeous, thanks again for today

Miranda hung up the phone, feeling a strange sense of unease.Who would be so insistent on remembering a room number, especially 2307? Life had a funny way of throwing coincidences at her.Just as she was lost in thought, there was a knock at the door.“Who is it?” she called out, her voice cautious. She wasn’t about to take any chances in a foreign country.A familiar voice answered from the other side, laced with playful exasperation. “It’s me, Jackson. Your incredibly handsome, unbeatable best friend.”Miranda couldn’t help but laugh. She walked to the door and opened it.Jackson poked his head in, glancing around theatrically, even taking an exaggerated sniff of the air.“What are you looking for, Mr. Detective?” she asked, amused by his antics.“Just making sure you’re not hiding any other guys in here,” Jackson quipped as he plopped down on her couch. “Man, I’m exhausted.”“What have you been up to?” Miranda asked, raising an eyebrow.“I was out getting Chinese food,” he replied

"Uncle Bert, don’t forget, I just won an award with a $10,000 prize. Money’s not a problem."Bert shook his head and said, "Even so, it’s important to save where we can. We’re just regular folks, and making money is never easy. Let’s join a group tour."Miranda nodded in agreement. "Alright, I’ll contact the guide now."Bert hesitated for a moment before asking, "By the way, Miranda, is Jackson... joining us on this trip?"Miranda paused briefly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you want him to join us, Uncle?"Bert shook his head. "Miranda, I may be old, but I can still see what's going on. He likes you, but it’s clear you don’t feel the same."The words hit Miranda like a sudden gust of wind, freezing her in place.Just earlier, right in this very room, Jackson had poured his heart out to her. For a moment, she had almost softened and considered accepting him.Her feelings for Jackson were complicated. Sometimes, she wondered if she would ever truly fall in love ag

Emily had set her alarm for 6 AM, but she didn’t need it.She couldn’t sleep.The hotel was of high standard, and despite her room being one of the least luxurious, it was extremely quiet. The mattress was soft, the pillows plush, and the blanket warm and light. She’d drawn the curtains tightly, so no light could seep through from the outside.It was the perfect environment for a good night’s rest—yet Emily stayed wide awake until dawn.Maybe… just maybe…There was something about Room 2307.A kind of energy that refused to let her sleep.Whether it was mere coincidence or something more, the layout and decor of this room were eerily similar to the one at the Hilton Hotel, where she'd spent those unforgettable nights.The resemblance was so strong that when she closed her eyes, she could almost feel the warm body lying next to her, a chest she used to lean against. All she had to do was glance up to see the pale mask that once covered his face.Regret crept in—she should have asked fo

At precisely 7 a.m., Emily and Bert stood in the hotel lobby, waiting.The tour guide, holding a small red flag, noticed them and waved excitedly. “Miss Carter!”Emily smiled warmly and waved back. “Good morning, Mr. Anderson.”“Good morning! I can’t believe you’re here earlier than I am.” The guide had a large backpack slung over his shoulder and was juggling several maps and a notebook in his hands.“Well, didn’t you say we needed to gather at seven?”“Yes, but our group is mostly older folks, and they move a bit slower in the mornings. A lot of them are used to having a proper breakfast. Rome might be romantic, but good luck finding breakfast staples like soy milk and fried dough sticks. I had to get up early and walk two streets over to pick them up from a friend’s place. By the time they finish eating and getting ready, I expect we’ll be leaving around 7:30 at the earliest.”Emily suddenly remembered the dumplings Jackson had bought for Bert the night before.Was it from the same