We went home to a hotel. Damien didn’t want to tell me but I know that this hotel room is expensive.
“This was our hotel room before you got into the accident,” he told me and I’m sure that he didn’t want to tell me that because he sounded so reluctant. If I hadn’t forced him to tell me, he would continue lying to me.
I looked at him in disbelief. “Did you mean you were also paying this room while I was in the hospital?” I asked. Because if that’s the case then he is spending even more on me! Damn!
He let out a heavy sigh. “It’s okay, Quessandra. Don’t think about it.”
“Don’t think about it?” I scoffed. “You have paid more than a million in the hospital—”
“I can pay more if it’s for you,” he told me. “Don’t think about it. I have funds that could last us more than when you could thi
