Finding Mr. Perfect
Kenneth kept staring at the screen, his brows drawing closer by the second.
His gaze shifted to the front desk and the screen twice before he straightened his back and turned to Freya. “The hotel is fully booked for the next six months. I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do. I’ll personally give you the refund for the room.”
Freya’s face became complicated. She asked, “How is that even possible?!”
Inner Devil: ‘So, do we live on the street?’
“I’ll look for a different hotel,” Geneva offered.
“OR… you can stay at my penthouse,” Kenneth suggested, surprising Freya.