Chapter 159
Chapter 159:
Kristine shook her head. “No. You’ve already done more than enough. I’ll handle it myself p>
“All right p>
She smiled lightly. “Then I’ll be going p>
“Okay p>
As Kristine turned away, Asher called out.
“Kristine p>
She turned back. “Yes p>
He paused, then smiled brightly. “It’s nothing p>
He would wait until he returned from Peudon.
“Well… Take care,” Kristine said, giving a small wave before heading toward a nearby hotel.
𝘙eа𝗱 𝖿𝗿е𝖾 𝗻𝘰𝘷𝖾𝗹ѕ 𝘰𝘯
She had no phone, but her credit card was still with her. The plan was simple: book a room for the night, buy a new phone the next day, find an apartment, and start over. Colton had finally walked out of her life. The thought alone filled her with quiet hope.
“Ma’am, this card isn’t working.” The receptionist held it out, looking uncomfortable.
Kristine frowned. “That’s strange.” She had used it without issue before. “Could you try once more p>
“Of course.” The receptionist tried again, but the result was the same.
Kristine’s expression shifted instantly. The card had been issued in Gridron. Only Colton had the power to block it.
So this was what he meant.
The man she had loved for seven years had done this to her. Coldness flickered through her eyes. “Thank you.” She took the card and left.
The city bustled with light and noise, yet she felt utterly alone — like a small boat drifting without direction. She wandered aimlessly, with nowhere to go. Vance was the only person she knew here, but she refused to burden him again.
After what felt like hours, she spotted a KFC restaurant and walked inside. The night had drained her completely. All she wanted was a quiet place to sit.
Kristine found a corner seat by the window and leaned back. Voices buzzed around her, but exhaustion claimed her before she could notice.
In a haze, she felt strong arms lift her. A faint scent reached her senses — something woody and calm. She tried to open her eyes, but her lids were unbearably heavy. Wrapped in warmth and fatigue, she sank into deeper sleep.
When she woke again, she was lying on a bed. The sheets were soft and clearly expensive, and the surroundings left no doubt — it was a hotel room.
Her eyes widened. So it had been real.
She sat up quickly, relieved to find her clothes untouched and her body unharmed. Then another question surfaced.
Who had brought her here last night?
Kristine walked down into the hotel lobby and stopped at the front desk. “Sorry to bother you, but do you happen to know who brought me here last night p>
The receptionist paused, clearly confused at first, before recognition flickered across her face. She had been working the late shift. Kristine had arrived unconscious, carried in someone’s arms. The man who brought her in had been unbelievably striking — far more so than any celebrity she had seen on television. Still, she could not put a name to his face.
“I don’t know who he was,” the receptionist replied.