With a faint eye roll, she walked straight toward them.
The moment Elias saw her approaching, he immediately ended the call and turned toward her.
“Amara,” he said quickly, relief flickering across his face.
A faint smile even started to form.
But Amara didn’t return it.
She stopped right in front of him, arms loosely folded, eyes sharp.
“Don’t tell me you dragged me all the way here just so I could personally arrange a room for the two of you to spend a very romantic night together in bed,” she said dryly.
Elias’s expression stiffened instantly.
His eyes followed her glance—and landed on Bianca.
Only then did he seem to fully register how it looked.
“What the hell goes through your brain?” he said sharply.
The mere suggestion clearly disgusted him.
“There is nothing between her and me.”
He looked at Amara as though she had completely lost her mind.
Amara merely rolled her eyes and let out a slow breath.
“I’m literally standing here in my nightgown, Elias,” she said tiredly. “Why did you ask me to come here?”
That was when his attention finally dropped to what she was wearing.
The thin yellow satin clung softly to her figure, the sleeveless gown leaving her legs exposed while the low neckline revealed far more than he was comfortable letting anyone else see.
His expression immediately tightened.
The next second, he urgently shrugged off his own coat and stepped toward her.
Before she could even react, he draped it over her shoulders and adjusted it properly around her, making sure she was covered.
His fingers briefly brushed against her arms as he adjusted it around her, his jaw clenching.
“Why did you come out like this?” he said, voice lower now, tense. “It’s freezing outside.”
Amara looked up at him incredulously.
“You said it was a life-and-death situation,” she shot back. “What did you expect? That I’d take my sweet time getting dressed?”
Elias still didn’t look satisfied, but he let out a frustrated breath and ran a hand through his hair before looking at her seriously again.
“Let’s get you back home soon then,” he said, stepping back slightly. His voice dropped into something more controlled, more businesslike. “This hotel… it belongs to your family, right?”
Amara gave the massive five-star property a brief glance, her eyes traveling up the towering glass building before she slowly turned back toward Elias. The cold wind brushed against her hair, making a few strands fall across her face as she folded her arms tighter over his coat wrapped around her shoulders.
“Yes,” she said simply. “Why do you ask? You want a discount?”
A look of exasperation crossed Elias’s face.
