Since Isaac had already arranged a bus to pick them up and booked some rooms, the whole group directly headed for the hotel after they disembarked.
In order not to sit with Horace, Clara got on the bus quickly and sat next to Sarah, so Horace had no other choice but to sit in the back of the bus.
On their way to the hotel, the scenery was quite breathtaking that it won everyone’s recognition. Phuket Island was also called the Pearl of Thailand, which could indeed offer its tourists wonderful views.
“Look, Clara! The sea is blue and the beach looks soft! If I could feel those white sand with my bare toes, I believe that it will be very comfortable and I will definitely enjoy it!” Sarah said, looking forward to playing on the beach.
Clara grinned at Sarah and then also turned to look outside the window at the beach with great interest.
She loved this island so much because of its glamorous beach, sea and sunshine which, only by staring at it, could pull her out of her anxiety and offer her a chance of silent catharsis.
Noticing Clara’s smile, Horace, sitting behind her, also beamed. He remembered that she once told him that she loved the sea very much and she would be happy if they could have a beach holiday.
They even held some discussion about their ideal travel destinations and promised each other that they would travel together when they were free. Yet, it was unexpected that those incidents deprived them of their opportunity to travel.
Therefore, one of the reasons why he chose to arrange a trip to an island was to fulfill their previous plans. No matter whether Clara could understand his intention, he was quite satisfied with this trip now after he saw Clara’s smile.
The luxurious decoration in the hotel took everyone’s breath away. “Our boss is quite generous! Thanks to Clara, we can have a good time here.”
All the staff were supposed to share the twin rooms while Horace and Clara could live in their own single rooms. Yet no one would complain since Horace was the boss and Clara was their direct leader.
After that, Horace walked closer to Clara and said, “Clara, now that everyone has their room card, you can take them to take a rest first. I need to call Isaac because I still have some work to do and I will come back later. There will be a guide soon.”
“OK,” Clara nodded her head, avoiding Horace’s look, still mortified by what happened on the plane. “You go ahead and do your work and I will take them to their rooms.”
“Fine,” Horace left the hotel with an unreadable expression.
Clara turned to her colleagues and said, “Now you can take a rest first and there will be a guide here soon scheduling our trip.”
“Got it!” the crowd responded and then went to find their rooms with their luggage. Clara also went to her room with the key and her suitcases.
Suddenly, a waiter came forward and took her luggage. “Let me take your luggage to your room.”
Then he carried Clara’s luggage towards the elevator.
Clara followed and said, “I can do it myself. Thank you very much.”
“With my pleasure. By the way, a gentleman gave me tips to help you,” the waiter answered smilingly. That gentleman was so generous that the waiter believed that that day was his lucky day.
It took Clara several seconds to figure out who the gentleman was-was he Horace?”
The elevator arrived at the correct floor before Clara could make sure of who the tip-giver was. She walked out of the elevator and realized that they were on the top floor.
What’s more, there was only one room on that floor and her colleagues were all living downstairs.
It took Clara by surprise that her room was actually a suite instead of a standard room. Clara was totally confused.
After carrying Clara’s luggage into the room, the waiter bowed slightly to Clara, “I wish you a happy honeymoon with your husband.”
The waiter was about to leave after helping Clara settle everything down, but Clara stopped him and asked, “What do you mean by honeymoon?”
“Well, you booked the honeymoon suite. Aren’t you here for your honeymoon?” worried that he said something inappropriate, the waiter then apologized, “I apologize if I am wrong.”
“Honeymoon suite?” Clara was more confused, “But I booked a standard room.”
“Well, I am sorry that I know nothing about it. Maybe you can ask other staff,” the waiter left the room after a polite bow.
Clara dialed the receptionist’s number and explained the current situation. She wondered whether she was now in the wrong room.
The receptionist told her that all the standard rooms were occupied so she could now live in a suite for the same fee.
It turned out that she was quite lucky. Clara chuckled, took some clean clothes out of her case and went into the bathroom to take a bath.
She was so exhausted and wetted by sweat after such a long journey that she needed a shower now.
When she was enjoying her shower, she heard the door of the suite open. She thought that it was a cleaner, so she shouted, “Someone is taking a shower now, please go out!”
However, there was no response. Clara began to get scared. Who was this person if he was not a cleaner of the hotel? How could he open the room?
She grabbed the bathrobe and put it on in a hurry. Then, she walked out of the bathroom carefully, with her heart beating more and more wildly.
She knew that she could not handle it if this someone was a robber and nor could anyone notice her shout since there was no other room on the same floor.
She moved toward the door slowly step by step, saliva flowing down through her nervous throat. She looked intently in front of her with all her concentration and was suddenly terrified by the sound behind her.
She shivered with fear and immediately turned around. Yet, before she could figure out who was there in the room, she began to fall down since her slippers were wet and became slippery.
Afraid that the fall would be painful, she closed her eyes. However, instead of falling to the ground, she fell into a warm hug.
Was this someone a lecherous pervert? Such a guess almost scared Clara to death, so she opened her eyes immediately. Yet, the one whom she saw was none other than Horace who was staring at her worriedly.
“Clara, are you alright? Did you sprain your ankle? Is everything OK?”