The layout of Theodore's room was the same as Ariana's. She could tell where the bathroom was. Without wasting any time, she entered the bathroom, locked the door and took a quick, hot shower.

When she came out, Theodore was in the room, talking on the phone.

She hesitated at the doorway, her wet clothes on her arm.

Theodore saw her out of the corner of his eye and stopped talking. He hung up the phone quickly and maneuvered his wheelchair over to her.

She had just come out of the bathroom, so her skin was soft and flushed like a freshly picked rose. Her misty eyes turned to him awkwardly and she stuttered, "I... I'm leaving."

Theodore's eyes trailed to her dripping hair, and he frowned disapprovingly.

"Dry your hair before you leave. Or you're going to get my carpet wet.”

Ariana glared at him. She didn't appreciate his tone.

She closed the distance between them and shook her head.

Droplets of water flew from her hair and splattered on Theodore's clothes.

Theodore looked down, his expression darkening.

Noticing his scary look, Ariana turned on her heel and ran back into the bathroom. The door locked behind her with a click.

Humph. What a coward. Theodore snorted inwardly. He turned his wheelchair back around and resumed the call he was taking earlier.

After thoroughly drying her hair, Ariana opened the door slightly and peeked through the crack. Theodore was on a video conference call and seemed too busy to notice her.

Clothes in hand, Ariana took this opportunity to slip out quickly, fearing that the narrow-minded man would catch her and try to get even.

The sound of the room's door shutting startled Theodore. By the time he looked up, Ariana had already left. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, a mischievous glint flashing across his dark eyes.

Ariana let out a sigh of relief and went back to her room. But, when she opened the door, she thought she mistook the room number and accidentally entered the wrong room. Water met her feet, and everything was soaked. The entire floor was flooded.

The heating was turned off, and the cold draft made Ariana shiver. She was only dressed in a thin nightdress, her bare legs prickled with goose bumps as she shook in the cold.

At this time, the forewoman suddenly stumbled out of the bathroom, her clothes wet and sticking awkwardly to her body.

When she saw Ariana, her eyes widened, and she apologized in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, Ms. Edwards. The mechanic accidentally broke the water pipe and the heating is busted. I'm afraid you can't use this room any longer."