Chapter 88

"I thought you might ghost me up," Monte said, holding her hand tightly, as if afraid she might slip away. He took the food she brought. "You seem cold."

"I'm nervous... you might rape me," she replied.

He looked at her, the smile disappearing from his face. But he still didn't let go of her hand. When the elevator opened, Monte led her out.

"You know, earlier, I was nervous that you might not show up. I was really anxious. That's why I decided to come and pick you up..."

"I told you, I keep my word," she replied.

Monte opened the hotel room. The light from the lampshade was dim, making their faces barely visible. He slightly brightened the room. He placed the food on the table, took her bag, and kissed her neck.

Monte moved her hair to the side, kissing the back of her neck. He held her waist, and soon, she felt the wetness on her neck. Not the wetness of saliva but tears. Monte's shoulder trembled. The quiet weeping turned into loud sobs. A torrent of tears that seemed like it would