She had neither the money to buy herself a meal nor pay for a night at a motel; she had no single cent on her. She had never felt this lost and helpless before. Although her parents would come and get her if she called home, she just couldnât bring herself to make the call.
Her other option was to call a friend, but she was down in the dumps right now and didnât want to trouble any of her friends.
Well, perhaps she was just being stubborn! She wanted to prove that she could face all obstacles in life by herself.
Queenie couldnât get in touch with Nigel either. She didnât know where he was or where his house was.
After recalling how kind he had been to her so far, she didnât feel like troubling him any further.
She looked around the empty staff lounge. I guess I can just stay here for the night! The hotel will provide breakfast tomorrow morning, and I can think about the rest after work tomorrow!
At 8.00PM, Nigel left his parentsâ home after dinner and started driving back to his place. He turned the music up while driving and began to enjoy his alone time as usual when all of a sudden, he started getting the feeling as if he had left something undone.
Soon, a womanâs face popped up in his head. He narrowed his eyes. Right. That womanâs still at the hotel. She shouldâve gotten off work by now. Where did she go? Did she go home? But she did say she ran away from home and even refused to leave my place last night, so sheâs probably too ashamed to go home. That means she could still be at the hotel.
His brain was telling him to forget about Queenie, but his hands had already started steering the car toward the hotel.
Half an hour later, Nigelâs distinguished figure made its way across the hotel lobby. He had a pretty good idea of where he could find her. If she were still in the hotel, there was only one place. she could be-the staff lounge.
He headed up to the floor with all the various lounges. No one else seemed to be around at this hour, and he started checking every single one of the staff lounges until he finally found Queenie all curled up and fast asleep on the couch in the lounge at the end of the corridor.
The air was chilly in the air-conditioned lounge, causing Queenie to curl up like a ball. Her hair was tied up, which left her beautiful face clear for all to see. As the light in the room cast upon her, her pretty features looked all the more mesmerizing. She looked even more alluring in her sleep. Nigel had to admit that she was a fairly attractive woman.
He started thinking that her fate would have been very different if another man had taken her home instead of him last night.