All Chapters of WRONG ROOM : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Raymond's smile deepened. “I thought that was what I was doing.” “You can improve.” “Can I?” He drew her closer, and Marilyn's teasing answer disappeared when he kissed her again. She stayed against him afterward, listening while he suggested dinner. There was still a full day before she left, and she intended to enjoy being here while she could. The next day passed quickly. Marilyn finished the revised trial plan with Claire, showed Kate where she had saved the supporting notes, and sent the completed version to Raymond for consideration. By evening, she was home packing one small suitcase. Victor called to say he had reached Landmark, and they confirmed that Elias would collect her the following morning. The following morning, when she came out of the closet dressed for the journey, Raymond was sitting on the edge of their bed. His shirt cuffs were still unfastened, although he had been getting ready for work when she went inside. “Have you forgotten how those work?” she asked,

Marilyn settled more comfortably against her pillows. “I'm here.” Raymond stayed on the phone until she could hear him moving around their bedroom, putting things away. They talked about little things, and she found herself smiling when he complained that the bed felt too large. By the time they finally said good night, she was looking forward to going home without wishing away the rest of her visit. The following morning, she called Elizabeth before going downstairs for breakfast. Her mother asked whether she had slept well and listened while Marilyn described the hotel visit. “He seems to be making time for you,” Elizabeth said. “He is. We're still learning how to talk to each other, but it's getting easier.” Marilyn hesitated. “Mom, can I ask you something?” “Of course.” “Would you like to see him again?” Elizabeth was quiet for so long that Marilyn glanced at the screen to check the call was still connected. “Did he ask you to speak to me?” “No. I asked whether he'd be wi

Raymond kept their dinner appointment five evenings after Marilyn's return. He was ready before she came downstairs, and his phone stayed in his pocket while they ate. By the time they reached home, she had begun wondering whether she could finally tell him what she had almost said that morning in bed. Then his investigator called. Marilyn was taking off her earrings when Raymond came into the bedroom. He set his phone down and stood beside the dressing table. The change in his expression made her turn toward him. “They've recovered the original inquiry papers,” he said. “He wants to see me tomorrow.” “Has he found Isabella?” “No. This is about the flight.” He rested a hand on her shoulder. “I'll tell you what he says.” She covered his hand with hers. Her own words could wait until he had heard the news. The following morning, Madison admitted the investigator to Raymond's office. He placed a folder on the desk and opened it to a page bearing Isabella's name. Raymond rec

Three weeks passed after Marilyn told Raymond she loved him. He didn't withdraw from her. He still reached for her in bed and asked about her day, and he brought up their conversation himself when she might otherwise have left it alone. She appreciated that he was trying, even when talking left them both unsettled. One evening, he asked whether she felt any happier about them. Marilyn had wanted to say yes. They had eaten together, and he had spent the past hour beside her without once reaching for his phone. “Have you worked out how you feel?” she asked. Raymond looked down at her hand in his. “I'm still trying.” She nodded, but afterward she began to understand that she couldn't measure her future by how long she could wait without appearing impatient. He wasn't being cruel. That didn't make what she needed disappear. During those weeks, the investigator continued checking the information around Isabella's expected departure. Raymond shared the updates, but there was still no c

Marilyn was awake before the light reached the guest-room curtains. For several seconds, she lay still, trying to understand why the room looked unfamiliar from the bed. Then she remembered Raymond sitting beside her with her ring in his hand. She reached for her phone. Victor had confirmed the arrangements after she messaged him the previous evening. Elias would collect her later that morning. There was no question about Raymond in his reply, only a request that she call if she needed him before then. Marilyn sat up and called her mother. Elizabeth answered almost immediately. “Good morning, sweetheart. You're up early.” “I wanted to speak to you before the day got busy.” Marilyn pulled the blanket over her knees. “Raymond and I have ended our engagement.” Her mother fell silent. “I'm going to stay with Victor for a while,” Marilyn continued. “He knows I'm coming. I'll leave this morning.” “What happened?” “We want different things. I've tried to accept that, but I can't keep