I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Chapter 173 - 174 His Room, His Bed
Thirty minutes passed.
My toes went stiff.
My nose ran.
I felt like a dead fish in the back of a refrigerated truck.
I shoved the blankets off and marched back out.
‘Geoffrey!’
He materialised. ‘Yes, Mrs Laurent?’
‘I’ll take Ashton’s room. I’m not freezing to death in here.’
‘Of course, Mrs Laurent. Mr Laurent’s sheets and linens were all changed this morning. Everything’s fresh. You can go right in.’
‘Got it.’
Standing outside his bedroom, I texted him.
[Can I crash in your room tonight? Mine’s freezing. I think something’s leaking air through the walls.]
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