Love Will Come In Time

Chapter 7 Coming

Pursing her lips, Holley made a wise decision, "I'll go to the gas station with you."

"Then get out of the car."

As Ron spoke, he took the lead to get out of the car.

Holley felt so cold. She covered herself with a blanket and followed him closely, shivering.

He cast a glance at her but said nothing. He just took off his suit jacket and put it on her.

He suddenly took off his clothes and put it on her, which made Holley stunned.

How could this man do such a thing?

He...

"Let's go."

Ron's voice interrupted her thoughts.

The man had already stridden northwest.

Holley had to follow up hurriedly. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

If she hadn't seen the suit all the time, she would have suspected that she had an illusion just now, just like the little girl selling spark, because she was cold and hungry.

But why did that man put a coat on her?

Such tenderness between them was gone long ago.

Holley Ye, don't think too much.

Were you a woman that you would fall in love with somebody just because he put a piece of clothes on you?

"Are you worried that the divorce process will be delayed if I get sick, so you dress me?"

Holley raised her head and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Ron asked with a slight frown.

"I don't like to owe anyone anything, especially you. I don't want to owe you at all. So I need to know why you do this."

Holley said firmly.

After saying that, she could not help but smile bitterly.

She was absolutely asking for abuse. Once Ron said something hurt, she could only be sure that his action of putting on clothes did not contain any goodwill.

"Yes, you are right. I will get busy if you fall ill."

Ron answered without looking back.

But this answer completely relieved her.

She put on a blanket and his clothes, and walked fast. "Don't worry, I won't hold you up. As long as we get back to the city, I'll get divorced from you as soon as possible. "

But he just kept walking forward without saying a word.

His prediction was right.

An hour later, Ron and Holley arrived at the gas station.

It was the second half of the night.

The staff fell asleep at the front desk.

It was only after Ron knocked heavily on the desk that the staff woke up in a daze.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" That staff still looked sleepy and said impatiently

"Two rooms, two packages of food, and two cups of black chocolate hot drinks."

It seemed that Ron often came to this kind of place. He ordered food smoothly without looking at the menu.

After he finished, that staff said impatiently again, "there is only one vacant room. You can stay here or not."

"Of course."

Ron made the decision directly without asking for Holley's opinion.

The receptionist was annoyed. He stood up and knocked on the reception desk with his fingers impatiently. "ID."

There was no ID at Holley's hand.

Although Ron's passport was brought with himself, he did not intend to reveal his identity.

He took out a pile of cash from his wallet directly and put it on the front desk.

The staff's attitude changed dramatically when he found that Ron was rich.

He kindly handed over the room card and said, "go upstairs along the stairs. The room is the first one on the left side of the stairs. You can tell me at any time if you need anything."

But Ron was a man who had seen the world.

This kind of eagerness was not in the least of his attention. He took the room card and ordered, "black chocolate is half the sugar."

"What?"

Holley asked in surprise.

"You have a different taste?" He frowned slightly and asked.

"No, I didn't."

Holley was not fond of sugar. When she ordered drinks before, she used to order half sugar.

But why did he remember that? Why did he help her order the half-sweet black chocolate?

Hearing that she had no special taste, Ron didn't say anything more, and continued to command, "before delivering the food, call the room telephone. Besides, my car is in the place. I hope my car has been refurnished with gas and will be parked at the gas station early next morning. "

"Sir, you can rest assured that I will get it done."

The staff agreed happily, because the money that Ron just took out was more than tens of thousands of dollars.

He had given his due orders, so he directly held Holley's hand and turned to the stairs.

"Let go of me!"

Holley resisted.

"According to the law of our city, a man and a woman without legal certificates are not allowed to stay in the same room." Ron said in a low voice

"Didn't you bribe him to make it right?"

Holley felt that the reason for that man was a bit far-fetched.

"The premise is that he thinks we are a couple. You don't even allow me to hold your hand. That receptionist, if he thinks that I call a special service and you are the one who provides me service, tonight we have to squat by the roadside. "

However, Holley still felt that his explanation was a bit far-fetched.

But she couldn't find a better excuse to refuse, so she could only let that man hold her hand.

It was obvious that there were only 16 stairs between the first floor and the second floor.

But Holley felt that the sixteen stairs were extraordinarily long.

When they entered Room 202, Holley directly shook away the man's hand, but still felt uncomfortable.

The whole room is only ten square meters.

Except for the bed, there was also a bathroom.

The bed, less than one meter wide, almost occupied the entire room. The floor was narrow, leaving no chance for others to lay on the floor.

Holley glanced at Ron angrily.

Was she going to sleep on the same bed with that man tonight?

They slept in the same bed, so it was no big deal.

But why there was only one quilt in the room.

"I'll ask someone to bring me another quilt."

Holley suggested.

Ron didn't object. But when he called the front desk, he got the answer of "sorry".

There were no spare quilts in the gas station.

Holley pouted.

This was really hard for her. What should she do to forget what happened four years ago and stay in the same bed with this man again?

However, Ron was obviously more open-minded.

He took off his shirt and suit pants before he lifted the quilt and lay on the bed.

But he didn't mean to monopolize the whole bed; instead, he left half to Holley. "Do you want to stand there for one night?"