"I... I wasn't feeling well last night. I felt dizzy, misread the numbers, and ended up at the wrong hotel room," she stammered.
"Don't tell me you entered another guy's room. You didn't go into someone else's room, did you? Did he touch you?" His voice was sharp, growing tenser with each ounce of his rage.
He tightened his grip on her arm twice in quick succession, leaving a vivid red imprint. He just wanted to force the truth from her lips since she was being secretive and hesitant.
Annabelle's face twisted in pain as she winced at the throbbing sensation in her arm, as if he wanted to crush her bones. She held his gaze, weakened by his harsh accusations.
"No, he didn't." She looked away from Martin and suddenly recalled her encounter with Noah. "He doesn't seem like a bad guy. He kept me in a different room instead."
