CHAPTER 87

The only person who seemed particularly angry with this, was Rhea.

“Drop it here, Preston. Luna is waiting!” Bruce urged.

Preston threw Bruce a warning glare before taking out the room card from his chest pocket and giving it to Bruce. Bruce rushed back to the front desk and handed the card to Luna who didn’t even touch it.

“Luna, here’s Preston’s room card.”

“You should give that back to him. I’ve already booked a room for myself,” Luna replied casually.

Bruce frowned, confused.

“Why do you want to be in a different room from your husband?”

Luna took the card the receptionist was giving to her and said, “The owner explained the rooms here are generally small, and might be a bit crowded for two people. I think we'll both be able to rest better if we have our own space.”

She was fed up with sleeping on the sofa at home. She wouldn’t put herself through that out here too. Her neck hurt, and she could already feel it getting stiff. Plus, she knew that sharing a room with P