I'm Sorry My Love Novel

was at a complete loss for words. He's insufferable!

Leanna tossed the club back into the holder, realizing everyone on the driving range had gone. She

took deep breaths and regained composure, but when she was about to leave, Elijah came through the

entryway and said, "I'm so sorry that took a while, Leanna. Shall we pick up where we left off with the

golf?"

She turned him down without hesitation. "No, it's fine. I tried swinging on my own just now. I guess the

sport just doesn't agree with me."

Elijah did not take this to heart and merely suggested, "How about we just stroll around the resort,

then?"

They did just that, and by the end of their stroll, the sky was already darkening with twilight colors.

Most employees had returned to their hotel rooms to prepare for the gala tonight. Elijah walked Leanna

back to her room and glanced at the time on his wristwatch. "Another two hours to go before the gala

starts. Get some rest. I'll come and pick you up later."

She was rather tired as well, so she nodded and said, "Okay."

When Leanna entered the room and shut the door, she trudged over to the bed and lay down. She set

her alarm for an hour, then slipped under the covers to take a short nap.

However, her eyes had only just fluttered closed when she heard the sound of a cartoon playing from

the balcony, and the cacophony of exaggerated voices was making it hard for her to drift into sleep.

Leanna bolted upright, got out of bed, and slipped into her shoes before padding out to the balcony.

That was when she realized that the sound was coming from next door.

While she had seen the b*stard on the same floor, not earlier this morning, she couldn't be sure he was

actually staying here. After all, he was only here to assess the resort's overall performance. She had

run into him this morning while he was inspecting the room next door for all she knew.

More importantly, she didn't peg him as the type to watch cartoons.

Leanna returned to her room and called the front desk, then told the receptionist to give the guest next

door a gentle reminder to turn down the volume on their television. The receptionist agreed and

promised to handle the matter swiftly.

Reassured, Leanna shuffled back to bed and tried to get some rest. Unfortunately, she had only lied

down for about ten minutes when the noise started again from next door. This time, it was

accompanied by thumping sounds.

She groaned as she opened her eyes, exhaustion, and frustration washing over her. Of course, her

luck would take a turn for the worse after she ran into Aidan. It was as though seeing him had granted

her an affinity for unpleasant experiences and nothing more.

The thumping and the noise continued while she lay in bed. At last, she pushed the covers off her,

stormed out of the room, and then knocked on the door next to hers.

When the door swung open, she immediately regretted her decision to confront the person.

Presently, Aidan eyed her without much interest. However, his eyes glimmered darkly like she had

come to his room for other not-so-obvious reasons.

Leanna let out a bark of laughter. "Can you please keep it down, President Pearson? Some of us are

trying to sleep here."

Aidan appraised her with a raised brow as if he was sure she had come with an ulterior motive. "I'm

afraid I've heard that excuse before. Try another one."

She gaped at him with wide eyes. Excuse? Don't flatter yourself, you jerk!

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down as she bit out grimly, "You know exactly what

you did, President Pearson. Don't you think you're being—"

"Actually, I have no idea what I did. Care to elaborate?"

At that moment, the hotel manager Leanna had met previously came walking out of the room, and

behind him were two men who looked like executives. They had heard the commotion and wanted to

see what was happening. "Is something the matter, Miss?" the hotel manager asked in concern.

Leanna froze, and the anger drained out of her voice. "I'm staying next door, and I came to see what all

the noise was about..."

"Noise?" The manager frowned. "We were having a meeting this whole time, and we didn't hear any

noise at all."

She was flustered when she heard this. When she saw Aidan come to the door just now, she had been

sure that he was the one who made all that noise on purpose. She certainly never expected the hotel

manager and the rest of the executives to be in the room having a meeting with him.

Looking supremely pleased with himself, Aidan crossed his arms and leaned against the door. He even

raised a brow at her in wordless mockery.

Leanna pursed her lips, and after a long moment, she said, "I'm sorry. I must have gotten the wrong

room."

Aidan craned his neck and asked, "Come again?"

Her fists clenched at her sides as she grunted, "I'm sorry for bothering you, President Pearson!"

"You don't look like you mean it," he pointed out sardonically.

She froze at this. For some reason, she remembered someone saying something similar to her on a

previous occasion.

But now was not the time for her to search her memories for some ambiguous line. She brushed past

Aidan and into the room, then bowed her head in apology to the other executives inside the room. "I'm

sorry for interrupting the meeting. Please don't mind me and carry on."

Everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief when Leanna finally left. They glanced at Jonathan at the

same time, and the question was clear in their eyes. Is this what President Pearson and his wife

normally do for fun?