She had no idea what had happened, but the fire alarm never stopped. She casually put on a jacket, wrapped herself, and opened the door to the hallway.
Just in time, Luther also opened the door to his presidential suite at the end of the hallway.
When he saw Joyce so drenched, he was amazed, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"
At that moment, the fire alarm siren suddenly stopped and the radio started to broadcast.
"Sorry, our distinguished guests, just now there was a problem with the hotel's fire alarm system, and the sprinklers in your rooms might be affected and get out of control. If you have experienced any problem caused by the sprinklers, please contact the front desk in time. We will clean the room for you as soon as possible. Please understand if this causes you any inconvenience. The hotel will make compensation for all your losses."
Joyce looked speechlessly at her room, so she was the unlucky one whose sprinklers were out of control?
Luther looked just clean and neat now, so his room must be fine.
It's so unfair.
Joyce rolled her eyes and was incredibly upset.
After the broadcast, Luther also understood what had happened, "Miss Knowles, you can go to my room for a while to have a rest. Your room must be all wet and it will take a long time for them to clean it and dry the carpet, I'm afraid."
Go to his room? Why would that sound so awkward?
Joyce was a little hesitant.
The mask on her face must be taken off at night. Although it had been quite comfortable wearing it, her skin needed a rest.
It would not be a problem to soak the masks for a short while, but she could not keep it like that for too long.
She must not let him find anything wrong with her.
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