Chapter 37
The suite was quiet—too quiet for Amanda's liking. Well, it has been like that for a while now. She paced in the room restlessly, her fingers trailing the cold surface of the mini bar counter. It had been days since she last saw and spoke to Aaron.
They shared the same suite, slept under the same roof, yet the distance was like the parting of the Red Sea.
He barely crossed paths with her. It was like he was avoiding her.
She scoffed to herself pathetically, trying to ignore the bitter pang in her chest. It didn't matter. He was busy, right? He had to be. He was always busy with work. But she couldn't shake the feeling that it was more than that.
She glanced at her phone—no new messages, no calls. She wasn't surprised. It was always like that. She always had to be the one to call first, message first, and hope to get a response from him. Even the messages she sent were still unread.
