Chapter 3 Hotel

"Thank you, sir," Alen said as she bowed politely after the three people disappeared from the scene. "You're welcome. Let's I will take you home," Kean said as she opened the car door. "Oh, no, sir. I can go home alone," Alen refused with a fleeting smile. The momentary smile that showed the cleavage of her chin was evident in Kean's eyes. Her beautiful, narrowed eyes stared at Kean, who was still under the influence of alcohol. According to Kean's vision, Alen looked very sexy and could arouse a burst of passion in his body. "Come in. I don't take no for an answer," Kean said in a voice heavy from being drunk. Kean entered the car and immediately sat in front of the steering wheel. Alen had no choice but to accept the offer of the stranger who had helped her. Alen's mind was terrified because she didn't know where the stranger would take her tonight. "Thank you, Jo," Kean said after lowering her windshield. "No problem, Kean. You're still drunk. Can you drive?" Joan looked at Kean skeptically. The thing was, the man had finished several bottles of drinks in the club earlier. Now he wanted to drive home. "Can you drive?" Kean turned to Alen. Nervous and surprised, Alen nodded her head spontaneously. "Let her drive," Kean said to Joan, who was still standing by the car. Joan nodded his head and smiled. "For the safety of both of you, it's good that Alen is driving. By the way, I checked this in my name earlier. Whether you want to use it or not is up to you. It looks like your consciousness has returned." "Alright. Thank you again for your help. It looks like I have to go to the hotel tonight. There's no way I'm going home drunk like this," Kean replied with a face that looked flushed from the influence of alcohol. Kean immediately switched positions with Alen, who turned to Joan when he was at the wheel. After saying goodbye to Joan, the luxury car finally took off on the increasingly crowded night streets of the city center. "Thank you again, sir. I'm Alen," Alen said with a smile as she introduced himself. Kean just stayed silent without answering the girl's words. 'What a strange man. His face is so flat, like plywood,' Alen grumbled. Her eyes remained focused on the road ahead. "Don't like talking alone because I heard it," Kean said coldly, which made Alen catch a shock. 'Is he a psychic who can read people's minds?' she whispered to herself as she stared at the night streets of the metropolis. "Where do you live?" asked Kean after a moment of silence. "Butterfly Apartment," Alen said briefly. Kean looked at Alen with a surprised look because she also lived there, but they had never met before. In his heart, Kean was happy because it turned out that the girl he wanted lived in the same place as him. However, she would return tonight to the hotel Joan had booked. "We live in the same place." Alen turned to look at the stranger whose name she did not know. "Really?" asked Alen, since they had never met before. "Hmm, 23rd floor," said Kean, which surprised Alen again because they lived on the same floor. "What number? I'm number 15," said Alen. "Number 12," Kean replied. The man did not even glance at Alen, who was watching him from earlier. "Are you not drunk anymore? Can you get into the hotel by yourself?" Alen interrupted their conversation. Her eyes stared at Kean intently. The man's face looked flushed with tangled hair. However, despite his disheveled appearance, his handsome side was still clearly visible and had not faded. "Accompany me to the room. My head still feels dizzy. Once you get to my room, you can go home immediately," Kean replied with his eyes closed. "You had talked a lot. Why do you have a headache now?" grumbled Alen as she tapped the steering wheel. Kean didn't answer Alen's question. He preferred to close his eyes. His head throbbed, especially after dealing with the bullies earlier and answering Alen's question. After traveling for ten minutes, they finally arrived at the luxurious hotel Joan had booked. Alen walked beside Kean with quick steps. When Kean descended the stairs, she immediately grabbed the man's hand. Kean gently brushed Alen's hand away. Alen thought that Kean didn't like being touched by just anyone. Alen only wanted to help the man. "Hoek!" Finally, Kean's burden came out, too. He had felt nauseous earlier when Alen was fighting with the men, but he tried to clasp it. Alen took a few steps back when he saw Kean releasing his stomach contents. The smell of alcohol was powerful. "Is it safe?" asked Alen in a low voice as she watched Kean wipe the corner of his lips. She handed Kean a tissue she had taken from her bag. Kean nodded his head slowly as he staggered away. Alen caught up quickly and held Kean's arm when she saw the man was about to fall. "Don't pretend to be strong when you're weak," Alen quipped sardonically. She quickly carried Kean's body into the hotel. "Checked in under Joan's name," Alen said when they were in front of the hotel reception. "Just a moment, miss," the woman said, gazing at the monitor screen. Moments later, she handed over the access card. After thanking her, Alen led Kean to the room. They entered the elevator at a fast pace as Kean's body already overwhelmed Alen. 'Is this a lion's body? How come it's so heavy,' Alen grumbled to himself as she felt Kean's heavy body. 'He was already strong before. Now he's even more drunk. Did he do it on purpose? Alen continued to think to herself as she looked at Kean. Alen carried Kean's body back to the room. "Huff. Finally arrived." Kean immediately sat on the chair in the room. His eyes watched Alen intently. "Thank you for your help," he said with a mysterious smile. "You're welcome. I have to go home now." Alen answered quickly. "Please get me that drink," Kean asked, pointing at the wine bottle on the table. Alen spun her body. Her eyes stared at Kean with her waist ruffled, and her eyeballs widened.