MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 3
Intrigued by what had happened to his room, Arkhan headed straight for the reception desk. For a moment he observed the face of the receptionist waiting for the table. A few hours ago, it wasn't the plontos man who was the receptionist.
His brain gave the idea that maybe they had changed sip. He was also lazy to think about it. The goal is to get there to find out what exactly happened, why a girl who actually entered the room half an hour ago had been occupied.
“Try checking, who occupies room number 234?” Arkhan is fishing as if he were a detective.
“What's up with that room, Mas?”
“I command you, don't turn back!” Arkhan pounded the table making the receptionist shiver in fear. “Come, quick check!”
The receptionist nodded obediently. He opened the agenda book and replied, “Jonathan Yoseph, twenty-nine years old.”
Arkhan. The name mentioned by the receptionist is his real name written on the ID card.
The receptionist looked at Arkhan's face closely. “Isn't that you?”
“So I saw a girl enter the room. Means that room was filled by someone else after I entered it?” arkhan's firmness made the receptionist shudder in horror staring at the sharpness of the man's eyes. Arkhan deliberately put up a fierce face plus his high speech intonation so that the receptionist opened his voice.
“Perhaps something went wrong in the room. And maybe you forgot to lock the door when leaving room.”
Arkhan. But it seemed like he had already locked the door when he left the room. But then Arkhan nodded.
****!
Inner swearing. He remembered the drink he gulped from the waiter. There must have been something put into that drink.
Obviously, this is something planned. I don't know what the plan is behind all that. Just wait for the time when he finds the servant and gives a punishment of horror at the disguised plan. Just one question he would ask, who was the mastermind who told him to give him a drink. Watch you!
Arkhan was headed for his room. His back occasionally rubbed the sweat that flooded the temple. As much as he could, he tried to hold himself back over what was attacking his body. He opened the door and walked in.
As he remembered, he had not turned off the room lights, and now all that was lit was a sleeping lamp that made his gaze less clear. His only goal now is the bathroom, he wants to take it all off in his own way.
But his intention was not clear, his steps stopped when he saw the figure of a girl lying on her king-size bed. It seemed as if the goddess Fortuna was on her side, perfectly understanding what she needed.
Geez, Arkhan forgot about the girl who entered his room because of the strange taste that controlled his body. Could she be the night girl Reza sent for her? Or is it a lonely mercenary girl? Ah, when his common sense cannot be compromised, he does not want to think anything more.
Arkhan's in bed. The dimness of the sleeping lights made it necessary to approach the girl's face to observe clearly. The scenery is spectacular, the beauty of the girl is really amazing and very alluring.
Arkhan's forehead frowned, as if he had seen the pretty girl's face, but he didn't have time to think about the answer. His condition is completely out of control.
TB