Chapter 1347

Thinking of her suspicions, Simona felt guilty about facing Stephen. Just then, Stephen said, "I can handle it, don't worry. I might be busy for the next couple of days, so we won't be able to meet. But once I'm free, let's see a movie."

"Okay. Take care of yourself and your sister, and call me if you need anything," Simona replied, understanding.

Stephen murmured, "I miss you, Simona."

"Me too," Simona answered, her heart racing. Every time Stephen confessed his feelings, she lost control of her heartbeat. His voice was charming, low, and seductive. When he looked at her, it felt as if she were the only person in his eyes, completely filling her heart.

After hanging up, Stephen left the bathroom, his phone in hand, showing no emotion. Such sweet words were easily said.

Albie was lying on the bed as he emerged. She snapped a few photos. "Not bad. So, how many women have you been with before me?"

Stephen was momentarily stunned but recovered quickly. "Can you delete those? I'm not wearing anything."

"Relax. I'm not showing anyone. I'll keep them for myself." Albie then took another selfie, both of them naked. The phone's high-resolution camera captured every detail.

Stephen frowned, about to speak, but hesitated. He'd taken similar photos with others before.

"You're my first," he lied smoothly.

Albie laughed. "Do you think I'll believe that? But it's okay, we'll go with it. I like sweethearts like you. I've just transferred $200,000. Go buy some nice outfits. You might need them if we travel. I don't want you looking cheap next to me."

Stephen checked his phone, confirming the transfer. He climbed back onto the bed. "Another round?"

"You still have energy?"

"I could go two more times, easily."

"Oh? Prove it, then! We're not leaving this hotel until you do."

The next morning, after breakfast, Skylar returned to her room to try on outfits and apply makeup. Gloria and Veronica watched as she tried on several dresses, finally choosing a simple yet elegant black one. They agreed it was tasteful and alluring. She was meeting Joe at 11:00 a.m. at a restaurant.

Her makeup finished around 9:00 a.m., giving her ample time; the drive was only about forty minutes. Just as she was about to go downstairs to see Gloria, Caleb sent a message—a photograph.

It showed a handsome young man leaving a hotel with an attractive woman. She recognized the man: Stephen, from Simona's frequent social media posts. Simona had been posting about him a lot lately.

"That's Simona's boyfriend. It seems he's not so good and is messing around. Should I tell Simona?"