“I can’t believe this!” Johnny exclaimed, his bare chest exposed as he paced back and forth in the room.
Tilda tried several times to find an opportunity to escape, but he always pulled her back.
“It’s already 3:30 am. Can’t I just sleep?” she asked.
“I haven’t slept either!” he snapped, too angry to even think about sleeping.
He had planned to finish his cigarette, go back to bed and sleep soundly with her in his arms, and then wake up tomorrow and have a conversation about their thoughts. But now, in the middle of the night, she surprised him.
“If you want to stay up all night, don’t drag me along.” Tilda rubbed her eyes and yawned. “I’m not joking. I’m really tired!”
Seeing that she was trying to leave, Johnny decided to take matters into his own hands. He grabbed the clothes from her hand and threw them into the bathtub, filling it with water.
“What’s wrong with you? I still need to wear those!” Tilda was confused by his actions.
“We’re both tired now. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Go to bed and we’ll talk when we wake up.” Johnny felt like he was about to have a heart attack.
Now, he couldn’t think of what to say or do. The words and actions were stuck in his mind. He decided to sleep first.
“I don’t want to sleep here. I want to go back,” Tilda said. She still had a bathrobe on and other clothes in her luggage.
“You say one more word and neither of us will sleep. I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed!” Johnny clenched his teeth.
“You dare! If I don’t want to, then you’re breaking the law!”
“Well, let’s see if I dare!” Johnny stepped forward, his tall frame blocking the light above her, casting a shadow that completely enveloped her.
The oppressive presence of the man was undeniable.
Tilda thought for a moment and suggested, “How about this, Johnny? I’ll go back and get some sleep. When I wake up, I’ll definitely come find you. You just wait for me in your room, okay?”
“No way!”
“I’m going back anyway!”
Johnny narrowed his eyes at her, and with a swift motion, he yanked her bathrobe off, along with his own and the towel, tossing them all into the water-filled bathtub!
“Are you out of your mind?” Tilda genuinely felt that Johnny was losing it this time.
Only someone devoid of decency could come up with something like this!
“Go ahead. Walk out in the nude. I won’t stop you.”
Tilda was furious, her gaze darting around until she spotted the blanket on the bed. She reached for it, intending to wrap herself up and head back.
As long as the hotel corridor cameras didn’t catch her naked, she’d be fine.
Behind her, Johnny’s cold voice cut through the air. “You don’t want to cover up tonight, do you?”
“You should go see a psychiatrist if you’re crazy! Did Sirena mess with your head?” Tilda was genuinely angry now. “Aren’t you supposed to be a playboy? What do you want? Are you this clingy with every bed partner?”
No, not with anyone else, not even once.
“I’m telling you, I don’t want to wake Rosalind up in the middle of the night, so don’t push it! It’ll make things awkward for everyone.”
After Tilda finished speaking, she began scanning the area for something to wear.
Her eyes finally landed on a Klein blue hoodie of Johnny’s.
She walked over and pulled it on without hesitation.
Luckily, Johnny was tall, and the hoodie was long enough to cover the parts she wanted to hide.
Without a second thought, Tilda stormed out, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make the frame shake!