Chapter 897

I looked at him and felt inexplicably angry. I got out of the car and went straight to the hotel.

The receptionist looked at me and said with a slight smile, "Hello."

"I'd like to book a room.” I handed my bank card and driver's license to the receptionist.

However, she did not take them but instead looked over my shoulder at Theo, who came up behind

me. The man's figure was charmingly slender. He was the center of attention wherever he went.

Theo held my hand and looked at the receptionist. " There's no need for that. The room has been

booked."

Those words were obviously for me.

The receptionist looked a little embarrassed and returned the bank card and driver's license to me,

saying, "Miss, please keep your bank card and driver's license safe."

I frowned and spoke in a heavier tone, "You’re a five-star hotel, right? How can you allow guests to

check-i n without checking their identification?"

The receptionist looked at Theo and was slightly at a loss for words.

I handed her my bank card and driver's license, saying, "Hurry up and book a room for me."

The receptionist hesitated for a moment and eventually booked a room for me.

Theo simply let me be and did not say much about it.

After getting my room card, I entered the elevator.

Neither of us spoke in the elevator, and the silence was deafening.

Humans were really strange sometimes. Even though we were both aware of each other's anger

and bad moods, as well as the fact that we needed to understand each other and talk things out, we

just refused to do so.

After swiping the room card, I walked in and was about to close the door when Theo stopped me

from doing so.

He frowned, his icy gaze falling on my face. When he spoke, his tone was grumpy. "Do you really

have to do this?"

I looked up at him and pretended not to see his displeasure. I said almost without mercy, "Yes."

Then, I pushed him and shut the door without mercy.

Afraid that he would turn to the receptionist to ask for a room card, I locked the door from the inside.

I sat on the sofa in the living room and gave Tyler a call.

The call went through very quickly, and Tyler's slightly hoarse voice was heard. He was probably

sleeping.

I checked my watch and realized that it was already midnight.

I sighed and said, "Can you ask Carlson to contact the authorities in South Vasetine? Munchkin is

missing, and the Lynches still can’t find him after searching for the whole day. I really don't know

what else to do now."

I started choking toward the end of my sentence. My throat felt utterly uncomfortable.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the call. Then, Tyler sounded clearly awake as

he comforted me, saying, “Don't get anxious yet, Wandy. Carlson and I will go to South Vasetine to

see you right now."

I felt a gush of warmth in my chest as tears welled up i n my eyes. I cast my eyes down and spoke

in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Tyler.”

"Wandy!" Tyler sounded clearly unhappy. "We're family. You don’t need to be so polite to your

family."

I nodded, tears flowing down my cheeks. I felt slightly moved.

After hanging up the phone, I felt inexplicably at ease.

I gently sighed. Awakened from the fear and worry earlier, I realized in hindsight that I had just

broken out in a cold sweat.

After putting down my phone, I turned around and went to the bathroom. I filled the bath with warm

water and scrubbed myself for a while.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Theo standing beside the bed. I cried out in shock because

I had yet t o register what was happening.

I came in such a hurry that I forgot to bring extra clothing, hence I tossed my clothes into the

washing machine after showering and was only draped in a bath towel when I came out of the

bathroom.

Although we had been honest and open with each other countless times, my face still blushed and

heated up when our eyes met at this very moment.

"How did you get in?"

I remembered locking the door from the inside. How did he manage to get in?

His pitch-black gaze fell on me, and his brows were slightly furrowed. "Let's talk, Wanda."

"There’s nothing for us to talk about. It's getting late. W e should go to sleep.”

As I said that, I sat on the bed and lowered my head to wipe my hair.

The towel in my hand was taken away by him, and I involuntarily frowned.

He calmly wiped my hair, seemingly not noticing my

displeasure.

I said coldly, "I can wipe my hair myself."

I reached out to grab the towel back as I said that, but he avoided me.

I pursed my lips. The suppressed anger in my heart intensified, and I roared a little angrily, "Theo

Grant!"

Theo’s gaze chilled. He cupped my face with both hands as he lowered his head abruptly to kiss

me.

We were both mad inside. One kissed with every ounce of his being while another bit back with

every last ounce of their strength.

It was until one of us could not stand the pain anymore and another could not breathe did we finally

stop.

We stopped and our eyes met. I turned away, not wanting to look at him.

He reached out to pinch my chin, his dark pupils glinting as he stared at me. "Shouldn't I be the one

who's most angry?"

Vaguely sensing the grievances in his tone, I frowned and said, "You can get mad all you want. I’m

going to bed."

Theo was so angry he laughed. His voice was filled with helplessness. “Can you be reasonable?"

"No!" I was bent on causing a scene, hence this was surely not going to be easy to deal with.

He probably figured it out too. He simply skipped the nonsense and removed his coat, tossing it to

the side. He reached out to unbutton his shirt. I stared at his slender and beautiful fingers.

He looked at me with his pair of pitch-black eyes. Just like that, he looked at me with a meaningful

gaze while moving elegantly.

"Why are you removing your shirt?” I asked, stuttering a little.

"To sleep.”

His shirt had been unbuttoned. Then, it was taken off and tossed to the side. The heater in the hotel

was on full blast, and his toned figure was blatantly exposed i n front of my eyes.

I pursed my lips and subconsciously looked away.

His chuckle entered my ears, and I involuntarily said," Go back to your room."

"No!"

This was a counter-attack toward my unreasonable behavior earlier.

I was so angry that I did not know what to say for a moment. I quickly took the opportunity to lay

under the covers.

"You!” I was exasperated.

"I'll make room for you, happy?" I said irritably.

I was just about to get up when the man reached over with his wide hands.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and refused to let me leave.

I was a little mad and glared at him. I roared, "What exactly do you want?"

"To sleep, of course." The man’s voice was soft and tender with a hint of coaxing. "It's midnight. Can

you please go to sleep?”

I knew that I was bound to give in if this continued, hence I helplessly sighed and lay on the bed.