NovelOnlineChapter 2843 She promptly summoned the doctor and placed a comprehensive breakfast order.
Additionally, she gathered all of Marcus' dirty laundry, preparing to dispatch them to the hotel's dry-cleaning service.
Meanwhile, across the street, as Melissa busied herself in the cashier, the proprietress approached abruptly, announcing, "There's a takeout order from the hotel across the street.
Melissa, being the youngest and most presentable, you'll handle the delivery.
It's for the presidential suite.
I hear it costs an arm and a leg for one night there; so it's an opportunity to broaden your horizons.
Go, and remember to share your insights about the hotel later.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMelissa was then handed a bag containing a bowl of steaming hot wonton soup.
Melissa gazed at the breakfast in her hand with a look of surprise on her face.
She was well aware of who was staying in the presidential suite of the hotel across the street.
It was Marcus.
The thought puzzled her.
Why hadn't Marcus ordered breakfast in the five-star hotel he was staying? Why opt for takeout instead? "The wonton soup from our place is famously delicious in town," the proprietress boasted with pride. Melissa considered asking the proprietress to find someone else to deliver the breakfast.
But before she could speak, the proprietress hurried off to attend to other matters.
Left with no other choice, Melissa found herself heading across the street to the hotel with the breakfast bag in hand.
The receptionist at the hotel recognized Melissa and greeted her with a smile.
"Delivering breakfast for a guest? You can leave it here.
Melissa really didn't want to encounter Marcus at the moment.
So she readily nodded in response and said, "Please, could you give this to Mr. Fowler on the top floor?" Mr.
Fowler was in the presidential suite? The receptionist's eyes sparkled with recognition, and she promptly agreed.
Just then, Sylvia appeared, descending the stairs with a laundry bag.
She was surprised to see Melissa there so early in the morning.
It took her a moment to gather her thoughts.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Melissa? Is that really you?" Melissa was equally taken aback.
After a few seconds, she managed to utter, "Sylvia?"
Sylvia, seasoned in workplace dynamics, quickly regained her m composure.
She placed the bag on the front desk, exchanged a few words with then receptionist and then turned to Melissa, speaking softly. "Cwith me.
Mr.
Fowler must be waiting for his breakfast.
" Melissa bit her lip, feeling a bit hesitant.
She passed the bag to Sylvia and requested, "Could you please take it up for me? don't think Mr. Fowler wants to see me.
Last night had been rough between Marcus and Melissa.
She wondered if he might never want to see her again.
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