He jumped out of bed, fumbled for his phone, and dialed Chloe Marshall's number. But as soon as it started ringing, he immediately hung up.
'What kind of excuse should I use?'
It was the middle of the night.
Slipping on his slippers, he grabbed the spare key, walked out, and opened the door to Chloe Marshall's room. As expected, it was empty.
Remembering the scene that had unfolded in the restroom, Ethan Ellsworth still felt a little flustered.
He left the room, closing the door behind him. The hallway was silent and deserted.
Unable to sleep, Ethan Ellsworth returned to his own room and finally got through to Chloe Marshall's phone.
It rang once with no answer. He immediately grew wary. 'Could my guess be right?'
'Did that damn girl really go get a room with someone?!'
He tried calling again. Still no answer.
Finally, refusing to give up, Ethan Ellsworth kept calling until she picked up on the fifth try.
"You idiot! Where have you been? It's the middle of the night!"
