Ann came to her senses and looked in the direction of the voice.

Brandon was standing there. His hair, always scrupulously groomed, was unkempt, and there was a brown stain on the hem of his white shirt.

Ann knew Brandon was a neat freak. She can't believe he allowed himself to turn up in such a mess.

After a look, Ann did not say anything and walked to the hotel.

She needed to calm down and sort out what Eddie said today.

Ann went to her floor when she got into the elevator. Her hand had not touched the button, and a big hand pressed the 11 Floor before her....