CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: WHAT DO LEGAL COUPLES HAVE TO FEAR?

In the darkness, Holly Crowe was held in Blake Sinclair’s arms, her mind still in a state of shutdown.

Her head was empty, completely unaware of what had just happened...

"Click."

The light came on.

The romantic ambiguity vanished, leaving only a mess on the floor and... endless awkwardness.

Half-supported, half-embraced by Blake Sinclair, Holly sat on a chair nearby, slowly regaining her senses.

She looked at the center of the bedroom, where a sag in the middle of the bed had appeared, the gap in the broken bed slats still caught with the sheet.

Holly finally, with difficulty, accepted the fact — the bed had really collapsed!

Why didn’t it collapse sooner or later, but just when they rolled together?

Blake Sinclair half-squatted in front of her, turned her wrist, and checked her knees, "Did you bump anywhere? Does it hurt?"

Holly dumbly shook her head, her gaze still fixated on the "fallen" bed.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, casually grabbing a T-shirt and putting it on, then sitting beside her.

No one knew who couldn’t hold it in first, but a soft chuckle broke the silence.

The two exchanged a glance, then laughed aloud simultaneously, their laughter growing louder, filled with helplessness and amusement.

Encountering such a one-in-a-hundred instance, they truly hit the jackpot!

Holly later laughed so hard she fell against Blake Sinclair, clutching her stomach and exclaiming "oh dear, oh dear," tears of laughter streaming down her face.

"What’s so funny?"

"Does this bed... have a grudge against us?"

Blake Sinclair held her waist, allowing her to lean more comfortably.

He looked down at the person in his arms, shook his head helplessly yet dotingly, but didn’t forget to pat her back to ease her breathing.

Holly finally managed to stop laughing and glanced at the bedside table, seeing the small square packet that had just been opened, yet remained unused.

Sure enough, its end this night seemed destined to be the trash can.

Following her gaze, Blake Sinclair reached over to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eye and sighed helplessly, "Seems like this road... indeed is a long way to go."

The amusement Holly had suppressed surged again, making her bury her head in his shoulder, laughing softly, her shoulders shaking.

Blake Sinclair patted her back gently, his voice also tinged with laughter, "Mrs. Sinclair, if you keep laughing, we might really have to sleep on the streets tonight."

Holly quickly stifled her laughter, considering Blake Sinclair’s words seriously as she looked at the mess in the bedroom.

This was certainly no way to sleep.

This bed was something she bought during the big online sale when she first moved into Glynmere. Was it really this poor in quality?

She had slept on it for so many years without issue, but just add a person and...

But thinking about it now, the bed was indeed a bit small. More than once, Blake Sinclair had to curl up his legs to sleep. Poor guy.

Holly: "So what should we do now? We can’t really sleep on the floor, can we?"

"Go back to Sinclair Manor?" he suggested.

"No way!"

Holly rejected without a second thought.

"It’s too embarrassing to go back to Sinclair Manor! If Laurel finds out, I’ll never be able to lift my head again!"

Blake Sinclair ruffled her hair, "Then should we go to a hotel?"

Holly: "Hmm, seems like that’s the only option."

No sooner said than done.

The two quickly gathered some essentials, then drove to a hotel.

The Maybach sped through the night, coming to a slow stop at the entrance of The Azure Hotel.

Just as they entered, the hotel manager quickly came over, greeting respectfully, "President Sinclair, good evening. The penthouse suite is ready as per your request."

Blake Sinclair nodded slightly.

Once inside the room, Holly asked, "When did you book the hotel? That was so quick!"

Blake Sinclair was still tidying his clothes, glanced at her, and laughed, "Mrs. Sinclair, seems like you really need to learn about your husband’s property portfolio?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Holly hadn’t caught on.

"This hotel is one of the Sinclair Group’s properties."

Holly: "!!!"

What?!

No wonder when they got out of the car and walked in, the reception and manager looked at them with that knowing glint in their eyes.

"So... does that mean our stay tonight has been leaked?"

Holly wailed, covering her head with a blanket, curling into a ball, "It’s over, it’s over. I really can’t show my face anymore!"

Blake Sinclair looked at the big white bundle on the bed, walked over, pulling both the person and the blanket into his embrace, "What do you mean leaked? Even if they know, so what? We are a lawful married couple."

Holly didn’t respond.

Blake Sinclair sighed, "What now? Should I go ’buy them off’ to ensure they keep the secret?"

Holly peeked out half of her head, "Forget it, forget it."

Blake Sinclair chuckled softly, smoothing her hair, "Don’t worry; anyone who can reach this position within Sinclair Group has the basic professionalism and confidentiality awareness."

Holly gave a muffled acknowledgment against his chest.

Blake Sinclair looked down at the person in his arms, smiling silently.

Looks like they’d have to rely on self-control once more tonight.

...

The Azure Hotel’s lobby.

Daniel Alden walked up to Mia Chapelle with a room card, finding her staring at her phone absentmindedly.

"What’s up?" he asked with concern.

"It’s nothing."

Daniel held her waist, "Then let’s head up. Tomorrow’s surgery means an early night for you."

"Okay."

Mia put away her phone, accepting the room card, but her fingers tightened slightly.

That woman just now was undoubtedly Holly Crowe.

But who was the man beside her? Judging by the hotel manager’s respectful demeanor, he was clearly of some significance, and they even used the hotel’s VIP passage.

But wasn’t Holly Crowe’s husband a florist owner?

What was he doing here?

Moreover, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew that man’s back.

Mia gripped her phone tightly, remembering the blurry rear photo she just stealthily took; perhaps she needed to have someone look into this.

...

Holly Crowe never thought that moving out of Glynmere would be because of a collapsed bed.

After that night, Blake Sinclair initially intended to get a bigger bed, but after giving it some thought, Holly decided to move.

"You see," she counted on her fingers, talking to Blake Sinclair.

"First, this place is a bit small for two people. There’s only one study, and you always let me use it while you work in the dining room, which is inconvenient."

"Also, the parking spot downstairs is pretty tight. Your car has been scratched several times now. That’s a Maybach! I feel so bad."

She didn’t mention the last reason.

It’s the third time now! Every time at the most critical moment it would fail! She was beginning to believe in bad luck.

Holly left the moving entirely to Blake Sinclair, thinking they’d live in the hotel for at least a week. Astonishingly, after only three days, he took her to their new home.

The Grandflora Gardens is top-tier housing in Beldon, not far from Noralis Villa.

"Why are we here?"

"To see our new home."

Holly was led around the whole house by him.

A three-story penthouse layout on the top floor, the living room’s panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows faced the river view, the setting sun slowly dipped into the river, the sky a golden red, and on the other side, mountains stretched into the distance.

Holly stood by the bed, unable to stifle her amazement.

Such a luxury!

She truly laughed at her own poverty.

Blake Sinclair wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin in the nook of her neck, "Do you like it?"

Holly nodded, turning to face him, "When did you buy this? This setup... it isn’t something you can quickly arrange."

She remembered that during the tour, the interior decor matched her tastes, and the furniture brands were her favorites.

Moreover, she noticed just now that upstairs there was a dedicated ceramic studio, with a wheel and equipment identical to the ones she often used at Lunar Lotus Studio.

"The day I married you," Blake Sinclair lowered his head, his nose brushing teasingly against her forehead.

Holly: "That early? Then... what if the bed hadn’t collapsed? Weren’t you worried that we might never move in?"

He hugged her tightly around the waist, holding her close, "It doesn’t matter; anywhere you are is home. These are just the icing on the cake, but everything needed must be prepared, and that includes our home."

Holly leaned into his embrace, speaking softly, "Blake Sinclair, did you know? I had a lavish dream when I was a child, to live in a place where I could see both mountains and the sea."

The Grandflora Gardens was priced at the top in Beldon due to its unparalleled location and scenery.

She looked at the view outside the window, "I wonder who the owner of The Grandflora Gardens is, they really understand me, they must be a kindred spirit."

Blake Sinclair, hearing her words, couldn’t help but let a smile slip, "Would you like to meet them?"