A moment later, a heaven-shattering scream erupted, "Ahhh—"
Seth Quinn clamped a hand over her small mouth, stuffing the rest of her scream back down her throat. He frowned and said in a low voice, "Don't scream."
As he spoke, he glanced toward the door. The hotel employee he'd asked to open the door for him probably hadn't gone far. If they heard a scream like that, they might get the wrong idea.
Clara Grant subconsciously nodded, then shook her head, signaling that she understood and would stop screaming.
Seeing her dazed and adorably obedient expression, Seth Quinn couldn't help but smirk. He removed his hand from her mouth but didn't get up, remaining bent over and staring at her little face.
The moment Clara Grant saw him move his hand, she shot up, stammering, "Y-You, how did you get in... Ah!"
Before she could finish, she let out another muffled cry, clutching her throbbing forehead and wincing in pain.
