Amanda Jenkins returned to the hotel, closed the door, and looked at the empty room, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss.
She found herself missing Lucas Griffin uncontrollably again.
Even though she had been away from him for only a few hours.
Amanda shook her head vigorously, trying to clear her mind.
She didn't want to think about him anymore; she couldn't!
This kind of longing, it was like her heart was crawling with millions of ants, gnawing at it fiercely and driving her to agony.
But no matter how hard she tried to suppress or divert her attention, it was all in vain.
Maybe at this time, she should have a bottle of strong liquor.
Amanda walked to the table with the phone, ready to dial the hotel's customer service hotline and have a waiter bring up some liquor.
Unexpectedly, the telephone chose this moment to ring as if on cue.