Before I could open my pocket, Brandon handed his credit card to the staff.
"Use mine."
The front desk swiftly swiped the card, as if afraid we wouldn't pay.
I tried to save face, "I'll transfer you the money later."
"No need," Brandon said calmly, "Your Visa card can only be used abroad; remember to get a different one."
He was so gentle that I could have cried.
But I actually wanted his WhatsApp ID!
……
The suite was really expensive, but it's spacious.
There were even two bathrooms alone.
But the problem was...
Why was there only one bed?
I wandered around, hoping to find a hidden door that would lead to another bedroom.
But no, there was nothing—really nothing.
Brandon remained silent, meticulously disinfecting the doorknobs and floor drains with a spray bottle.
Clearing my throat, I said softly, "Um… I'll sleep on the sofa?"
He glanced at me.
I explained, "There's only one bed…"
He shrugged it off, "You sleep in the bed."
"That would be too embarrassing. You're the one paying for the room."
...
That was all he said before turning back to wash the kettle.
Brandon appeared cold and aloof, and his tone was flat, but it turned out he was quite considerate.