Edwin patted her back and engaged in conversation with the receptionist.

“Sir, there's only one single bed room available. All other rooms have been reserved," the receptionist conveyed.

Edwin's brows furrowed.

He cast a brief look in Laura's direction.

The receptionist, misconstruing them as an ordinary couple, chimed in, “This room is truly exceptional. It boasts the finest amenities in our inn, including a spacious terrace for savoring the snowy view."

Edwin immediately made the decision and secured the room for the night.

Clutching the room card, he intertwined his fingers with Laura's and teased, "Feeling a bit shy, are we?"

Laura followed him in silence.

Their room was located in the rear of the establishment, and upon entering, they were greeted by a well-appointed space. An eighty-square-meter terrace afforded a stunning vista of the lake.

Edwin discarded his coat for it to dry.

Clad only in a white shirt, he proceeded to put the kettle on.

“Make yourself comfortable. Let's enjoy a warm beverage to ward off the cold," he suggested.

Laura observed Edwin as he moved about with ease, and a twinge of embarrassment crept over her. Clutching her phone, she grappled with how to explain the situation to her parents. Coincidentally, Lina's call came through.

Laura's voice was subdued, and before she could delve into the details, Lina grasped the situation.

Haha, the car broke down?

That's very convenient! Lina thought.

Refraining from pressing the matter further, Lina didn't wish to add to Laura's troubles. Instead, she advised Laura to return early the following morning and noted that it was fortuitous that Peter had become inebriated, preventing a potential uproar that evening.

Laura responded with a soft hum.

After ending the call, she raised her gaze to find Edwin watching her in silence.

Remaining wordless, she approached the window, her attention fixed on the snowflakes outside.