WRONG ROOM のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Marilyn changed her outfit three times before Raymond arrived. The first dress looked too formal. The second one looked too simple. And the third one made her stand in front of the mirror for nearly five minutes, wondering if she was trying too hard to impress a man who was not even Raymond himself, but his uncle. She sighed and pressed both hands to her waist. This was ridiculous. She had attended boardroom presentations in front of intimidating executives. She had sat across from wealthy investors and explained guest retention ideas without falling apart. She had walked into Raymond Stewart’s office after spilling coffee on him and somehow survived. Yet tonight, the thought of meeting William Stewart made her nervous. Maybe it was because William was not just any relative. From the little Raymond had said, his uncle was the closest thing he had to a father. That mattered. It mattered more than Marilyn wanted to admit. By the time her doorbell rang, she had settled on

Sarah’s attitude didn't change, instead, it became worse but no one could call her out since they somehow believed the rumours. Saturday morning arrived with bright sunshine and clear blue skies. Marilyn had barely finished her coffee when her phone vibrated. She grabbed it and checked. Raymond: I'm downstairs. She smiled before she could stop herself. That alone irritated her. How had she gotten to the point where simply seeing his name made her smile? Shaking the thought away, she grabbed her handbag and headed downstairs. The familiar black SUV waited outside her apartment. Daniel stepped out immediately and opened the rear door. "Good morning, Miss Oxford." "Morning, Daniel." She climbed inside. Raymond looked up from the documents resting on his lap. "Good morning." "Morning." He closed the file. "Ready?" Marilyn frowned. "You still haven't told me where we're going." "You'll see." She sighed dramatically. "I've noticed you enjoy saying that." "I do." "You real

Marilyn froze. Simon Hayes is Isabella’s brother? Raymond’s former brother-in-law? The realization struck so hard that she almost staggered. Now she understood Madison’s reaction and why Raymond had addressed Simon so calmly. Now she understood why Simon had been able to walk onto the executive floor without resistance. For a moment, Marilyn could not speak. Then she forced herself to look at Simon. “I am sorry, Mr. Hayes. I did not know.” Simon stared at her. There was something in his eyes now. Shock, yes. But also calculation. Raymond turned slightly. “Come inside.” Simon said nothing as he followed Raymond into the office. The door closed behind them. And finally, Marilyn released the breath she was holding. Her knees felt weak. Madison looked at her for a long moment, then smiled faintly. It was not a teasing smile. It was a quiet one. A knowing one. Without saying anything else, she turned and returned to her office. Tyler, still standing near the hallway, slowly lo

The rest of the week passed far more quietly than anyone expected. After everything that happened with Simon Hayes and the growing tension inside Stewart Crown Resorts, she had imagined that life would become even more chaotic. Instead, the days slipped by with surprising peace. She buried herself in work. Guest retention reports, customer feedback analyses, and strategy meetings occupied most of her time, leaving her little opportunity to think about everything waiting outside the office. Because every now and then, she would unconsciously glance toward Raymond’s office through the glass walls. Sometimes she found him working. Sometimes he was in meetings. Occasionally, their eyes met for only a second before they both returned to what they were doing. Neither of them acknowledged those brief moments. Yet somehow… Those silent exchanges had become enough. By Friday afternoon, the office finally began to settle into weekend mode. Employees were clearing their desks and discussi

The grand ballroom of the Royal Meridian Hotel had never looked more magnificent. Crystal chandeliers hung high above the polished marble floor, scattering warm golden light across the room. Fresh white roses and orchids decorated every corner with effortless elegance, while a string quartet performed softly near the center of the hall, filling the air with graceful music that blended perfectly with the quiet conversations of Crystal City's elite. One after another, luxury cars arrived beneath the grand entrance. Business moguls. Political leaders. Owners of multinational corporations. Old-money families whose names had shaped the city's history. Every guest had been personally invited by William Stewart. Although no formal announcement had yet been made, nearly everyone had heard the same rumor: Raymond Stewart was finally getting engaged again. That single piece of news had become the hottest topic among Crystal City's upper class. "I never thought I'd see this day." "Neither