CHAPTER 7Jane was stirred from sleep by a knock at her door. She stretched, her muscles aching slightly, and glanced around the unfamiliar room, momentarily disoriented. She shut down her laptop beside her, realising she must have fallen asleep while working. The plush surroundings of the room reminded her she was no longer in her modest apartment but in a lavish environment. When had she checked into a hotel like this?Another knock interrupted her thoughts. Jane pulled herself out of bed, her silk nightgown clinging to her as she made her way to the door. Opening it, she found a maid standing there, a polite smile on her face despite the shock that flickered in her eyes."Good morning, Mrs. Lockwood," the maid greeted with a bow.Jane blinked, her brow arching in confusion. "You must have the wrong person. Call me Jane," she said, still trying to shake off her grogginess.The maid's smile softened. "Breakfast is ready. Would you like it sent to your bedroom, or would you prefer to
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