Chapter 1132

Lorian took the bag. He nodded expressionlessly and led Tegan into the elevator.

Behind them, the employees of the Sanders Group's hotel whispered among themselves.

"I thought it was that female celebrity."

"Who didn't?"

"Thinking about it, it's unlikely! Mr. Lorian is still newly married. Men are just like that. There's still some novelty now, but who knows what will happen later."

…

Of course, these inappropriate words did not reach the ears of Lorian and Tegan.

In the elevator dedicated to the presidential suite, the bag labeled "XXL" slipped to the floor. Tegan's back was against the elevator wall. In front of her stood her newlywed husband. His tall figure loomed over her, casting a shadow. All she had to do was look up slightly to touch his chin.

Lorian looked down at Tegan from above. His dark eyes were as deep as ink, with a hint of unmistakable lust. She couldn’t bear his gaze and wanted to turn her face away, but he didn’t allow it. Her chin was gently held, and then