The ambience of the hallway in the penthouse was resplendent. The kind that enveloped you with coziness, making it impossible to sever yourself from the warmth.

The long corridors were demarcated by flush doors erected a few inches away from each other, on both sides of the hallway.

The Interscope interior decoration on the wall highlighted the room in its full glory and form.

Orla shrouded her shocked expression from Callan. She shouldn't expect any less from a five-star hotel. She looked down at her fingers that were protectively interlocked with Callan's, and a smile parted her lips into two. She had never felt so safe.

She swirled her head,...