LIORA'S POV
I had just finished giving Cynthia some instructions about tasks at the Studio when I heard another knock on the door.
“Who could it be this time?” I muttered to myself as I approached the door.
Without thinking, I swung it open and froze in shock. It was Ronan.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice betraying my surprise as I instinctively glanced around.
I didn’t want to be near Ronan—not after what had happened between us. Besides, the blackmailer might be lurking nearby, waiting for another opportunity to strike.
Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to slam the door in his face. That would be rude, and despite how he ignored me the other day. I didn’t have the heart to do it. With a reluctant sigh, I stepped aside to let him in.
He walked inside, and I lingered at the door for a moment, exhaling deeply before following him.
“So, what brings you to my hotel room at this hour and ..."I paused.