You’re Jealous

Meanwhile, Maria and Charles rode in silence back to the hotel.

Upon entering the elevator, Maria instinctively pressed the button for her floor.

Charles made no move to press a button of his own, seemingly uninterested in choosing a floor.

Maria frowned at him, "What floor are you staying on?"

Charles, with a playful smirk, didn't answer.

Maria dismissed him with a huff, and they rode up in silence.

When the elevator doors opened, Maria stepped out with Charles close behind. Without saying a word, she headed towards her room.

She swiped her card and opened the door. As she walked in, Charles followed.

Maria turned to him, unable to contain her curiosity, "Charles, why are you coming into my room? Shouldn't you be with Mia at this hour?"

Charles looked at her intently before surveying the room. Seeing that it was even smaller than his own bathroom, he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Ria, you're upset,” he stated.

"I am not," Maria retorted, setting her bag on the desk and turnin