"You can lie down for a bit," Alex said with a comforting smile. "I'll call Mom and Dad. They'll be worried."
"No," Jean said, her voice cracking. "Don't. They... they already knew. They're the ones who brought him here. They promised me to him."
Alex's eyes narrowed, but he kept the fake sympathy on his face.
"Are you sure? That doesn't sound like them."
Jean chuckled bitterly. "It does. It really does."
Alex walked over and handed her a cushion. "Just relax. I'll get you some water."
She nodded numbly and sat on the couch, clutching the cushion to her chest like it was her last source of warmth.
Alex stepped outside the suite, pulled out his phone, and typed swiftly.
"Room 609. She's all yours…" — Sent to Tyler Dominic—
A sly, satisfied smile spread across his face.
Then he made another call.
"Dad… yeah, it's done. She's in the room, alone. I'm guessing we can tell Tyler to move forward with the proposal now?"
He chuckled quietly, leaning against the wall.
