ANASTASIA


    In his room?!


    I gaped at him. Does he even have an idea what he''s saying? Why, out of everyone''s room, will I choose


    his?


    "No, thank you," I blurted before I could properly think it through.


    saw something akin to hurt flicker in his eyes before he hid it all with a smile and I felt ridden by guilt. I shouldn''t have outrightly deferred his offer like that, I reprimanded myself.


    I opened my mouth to soften the harsh rejection with some words when he spoke up.


    "I understand where you''reing from but I really don''t mind and just so you know," he added with an arched brow, "I don''t intend on staying in the room while you''re in it."


    "Oh," my mouth formed as I swallowed my words. "I didn''t know you wouldn''t be in the room."


    "Of course not," his brows furrowed as if that was the most ridiculous thing ever. "I wouldn''t want to make you feel ufortable."


    I was totally touched by the sacrifice he wanted to make. It showed a glimpse of the Aiden I used to know. Staying in his room all by myself would be much more better than spending it with someone who would nearly blow my head off with questions but where would he spend the night?


    Instead of basing my answers on assumptions, I asked "Where would you then spend the night?"


    "There''s a spare room, isn''t there?"


    I ruminated on the thought for a while. I could ask Rachel to share her room with me for the night. I doubt she''d probe and if she did, then it was my kuck. I just couldn''t bear the thought that would be sleeping in a dark room just because I''m upying his. What''s the assurance that the room doesn''t have some other defects?


    "Are you sure? It''s a dark room."


    "Come on, it''s just a dark room," he said with a slight tilt of his lips.


    I rolled my eyes. He was well aware that a dark room wasn''t just a dark room to me.


    But before I could say anything else, he grabbed my biggest box and a potted nt that I hadn''t noticed was in the room before and strode out if the room.


    I tucked my tablet into my bag, picked up the bag and followed him. As we walked past the hallway, I watched, impressed, at how he efficiently juggled the potted nt and my box in his hold.


    He was doing a good job but I felt the need to take my box from him. Apart from the fact that I didn''t want to bother him with tasks I should perform by myself, I didn''t want the nt in his arm to fall off. The way he held it, it seemed like it was pretty precious to him.


    "I can hold the box, you know."


    He shook his head. "I hope you don''t think it''s heavy for me," he chuckled.


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    "I know it isn''t," I murmured as my eyes took in his bulging biceps through his shirt''s sleeve. "I just want you to know I can get my own stuff done anytime."


    "Of course," he muttered with a smallugh, "typical Ana."


    "What was that?" I asked with a small smile dancing on my lips.


    "Nothing."


    Just then he stopped before a room. It looked just like everyone else''s. I raised my brows. He really was serious when he said we were all equals here.


    He pushed the door open and entered the room. When I stepped into the room, the first scent that hit me was that of his cologne. I sighed. I''m afraid this scent was forever a part of me.


    He set the potted nt by the window then he ced my things down where they could be while I was in


    here.


    He cleared the bedside table of its contents. When he was done he pointed at it, his gaze first on the bag that held my tablet before it fell on my face. You can keep your phones and other stuff there."


    I nodded as my lips twitched to tell him that it was just for a night. All the arrangements weren''t really necessary. But instead, I muttered, "Thank you."


    He nodded and passed by me, his scent lingering in his wake. He picked up some things then a couple of nkets from a cupboard by the wardrobe.


    "I''d leave now," he muttered before he finally left the room


    Silence descended. I looked around the room that screamed Aiden. The air was thick with the smell of his cologne. I smiled. He really hadn''t changed. Whenever he took over a ce, a thing, or gets in someone''s life, unconsciously, he always left his mark.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    Just like he left Amie as his mark on me.