CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: A Wonderful Night With Your Fiancé
—"W-WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"
Maeva gawked directly into Quinn's unshaken eyes and recoiled. She ducked back from him, covering her body rapidly. Her mind clouded with unease, invaded by the idea of being caught naked. "D-don't look at me, you pervert! Turn around!"
In response, Quinn spun around to allow her to change appropriately. He chin clenched awkwardly as his mind had already got a the image kept on lock. But it wasn't his fault.
"Uhm...it's not that I knew it was your room." He answered nonchalantly, attempting to minimize the circumstances.
"What do you mean you didn't know!?" Maeva barked back, putting on her gown with an aggressive demeanor.
"I think Vince planned this at the start. He wants us to abide by his House protocol because we are engaged. That implies that we must share a bed." Quinn let out a tired sigh. "So this is our room now."