Josh quickly walked over, his gaze calm and natural. “Let’s go.”


    I thought, ‘What? He isn’t going to exin why he is staying so close to me?’ I was about to ask, but then I hesitated-if I did, it might seem a bit awkward.


    “Josh, what’s the deal with staying so close to us?” Myra, ever the quick talker, jumped in for me.


    Josh reached the elevator and pressed the button. I noticed his room key-it was 308, right next to mine.


    “Convenient,” he said, offering only those two words.


    ‘Convenient for what?’ I couldn’t help but wonder, and it left me feeling a little curious.


    Myra, also intrigued, nced at me, then back at Josh. “What do you mean by ‘convenient, Josh?”


    I almost smacked her on the head, thinking, ‘Is she really that nosy? Does she have to keep pushing for answers?’


    The elevator walls were so shiny that they reflected everything. As I nced at my reflection, I noticed Josh’s gaze in the mirror. Our eyes met for a second, but he quickly looked away and answered Myra instead.


    “Everything’s convenient,” he said.


    Both Myra and I were speechless.


    In the end, Myra stayed quiet, tugging at the corner of my shirt with a look of defeat. It was like a little fox caught by an experienced hunter.


    The elevator reached the third floor in no time. We all got off and headed to our rooms. As she entered hers, Myra still couldn’t hold back. She called out to Josh, “Josh, if you need anything, just let me know.”


    “Sure,” He replied briefly, opened his door, and went inside.


    Once he was inside, Myra leaned in. “Zoe, what’s going on with Josh? Why’s he staying so close to us? Does he have ulterior motives? Don’t tell me he’s one of those seemingly perfect guys who’s secretly a… you know?”


    It was rare for her to have such self-preserving thoughts.


    While her concerns might keep her from getting too infatuated, I also worried she’d carry that mindset into our work. I quickly reassured her, “He’s not like that.”


    Myra blinked at me. “How do you know he’s not?”


    I regretted speaking so quickly. From now on, I decided to keep things short with Myra-otherwise, I’d end up talking in circles.


    “Just a guess. But I could be wrong. Maybe you should try testing it out yourself?” I teased.


    Myra’s eyes lit up. “Really? Can I?”


    Just as I reached the sofa, I grabbed a cushion and threw it at her.


    Myra let out a mock wail, and I went into my room, dropped my luggage, and headed straight for the bathroom.


    After undressing, I took a shower. Halfway through, I remembered something and looked down at my waist. Sure enough, –


    there was a bruise, turning a purplish hue. My skin was pale, so the mark stood out clearly.


    I gently touched it, and for a brief moment, the memory of Josh holding me shed across my mind. It was just a quick image, and I shut my eyes, trying to force myself not to think about it.


    I hadn’t even finished my shower when I heard Myra’s voice from outside. “Zoe, your phone’s ringing.”


    I turned off the water. “Who is it?”


    “I don’t know. It’s from an unregistered number.”


    I furrowed my brows. “Don’t answer it. It’s probably just a wrong number.”


    I had saved every important contact-clients, friends, even people from the Dolton family. If it was something important, they’d have left their name.


    “Okay,” Myra responded, then added, “By the way, Zoe, how sweet do you want your coffee?”


    “Three out of ten,” I replied, turning the water back on.


    By the time I finished my shower and came out, twenty minutes had passed. Myra had already gone into the bathroom.


    I picked up my phone while drying my hair and saw that the unknown number was registered to Tideport. My first thought was of Holly. ‘Could it be her? Is something wrong?’


    I called the number back. It rang for a few seconds before someone picked up. I didn’t hesitate to speak, “Hello, who’s that?”


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