Chapter 59

Evelyn Sullivan saw right through Grandma Sullivan's intentions.

This carefully orchestrated getaway was doomed to disappoint.

Her marriage to Ethan Sullivan resembled a termite-infested cabin—deceptively pristine on the surface, rotten to the core.

She'd once tried mending the cracks until splinters drew blood.

Some fractures could never be repaired.

The shuttle halted at Lakeside Resort's entrance.

The King family's billion-dollar playground sprawled across acres, boasting luxury hotels, elite conference centers, and entertainment venues—the crown jewel of Rongcheng.

"Finally!" Grandma King beamed, crow's feet crinkling as she embraced her old friend.

Grandma Sullivan patted her hand. "Traffic delayed us. Ethan, bring Evelyn over."

"Hello, Grandma King."

The matriarch's gaze flickered between them. "Your suites are ready. You youngsters enjoy yourselves—we old ladies have gardens to tour."

The receptionist flashed a polished smile. "Mr. Sullivan, your presidential suite is on the 28th floor."

Evelyn slid her ID across the counter. "I'd like a separate room."

Ethan seized her wrist. "What will people say if married couples sleep apart?"

"Let go." Her voice turned glacial. "Unless you want a scene."

He snatched her ID and tossed it back. "One keycard."

The elevator doors parted.

Ethan suddenly hoisted her off her feet.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she gasped. "Have you lost your mind?!"

His breath scorched her ear. "Should've obeyed earlier."

"Disgusting!"

"Takes one to know one."

Floor numbers blinked overhead.

She squirmed. "Put me down. Now."

The doors slid open.

Their unexpected audience turned ashen.