Mia Anderson's shout finally brought the two people in the bedroom back to their senses.
David Locke pressed his brow again, realizing how easily this woman in front of him could sway his emotions.
Mary Scott got up worriedly, collecting her earlier emotions, and turned to David, "The reporters are here, you should hide for now so they don't find you."
If the reporters found David still with her at this moment, who knows what kind of trouble it could cause. It would be nearly impossible to clear it up later. Mary's intentions were for David's sake, but the man next to her did not appreciate her words.
David gave her a cold glance, took out his phone, and dialed a number. In no time, the noise outside disappeared.
Mary, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, didn't know whether to praise the man's calm composure or the hotel's quick handling.
