I caught a hint of guilt in Jonah's eyes, he couldn't even meet my gaze. This rich playboy had already been through four marriages and divorces, living a life of wild indulgence.
"Clara, aren't we supposed to be celebrating Gerald's birthday? Why did we end up at the Hilton Hotel?" They all asked curiously.
I smiled and explained, "It's because Gerald and I planned it this way. It's hard to clean up at home and given my physical condition …" I left the sentence hanging and everyone quickly understood, tactfully not asking further questions.
"Alright, alright, let's head upstairs now, so Gerald doesn't have to wait too long." Gerald's parents, a whole host of relatives, about a dozen people, all smiled and followed behind Jonah, who was pushing the three-tier cake. They couldn't wait to see the surprised expression on Gerald's face.
I didn't know the exact room number. So, I approached the front desk, asking for Gerald's room number, saying that I was there to celebrate my husband's birthday.