The Thorne Heiress Unveiling Shadow novel Chapter 58

The honeymoon suite was, in a word, romantic. It was decorated in soft shades of cream and rose, with a crackling fireplace, a small balcony overlooking a bubbling creek, and, in the very center of the room, a massive, four-poster king-sized bed that seemed to dominate the entire space. It looked comfortable, inviting, and, to Evelyn and Kaelen, as intimidating as a minefield.

An awkward, heavy silence descended the moment the innkeeper, Beatrice, closed the door behind them. They stood on opposite sides of the room, separated by the giant bed, two master strategists suddenly outmaneuvered by a quaint, floral bedspread.

Kaelen was the first to break the silence, his professionalism a thin shield against the palpable awkwardness. "I'll take the sofa," he said, gesturing to a small, ornate chaise lounge by the window that looked as if it would be uncomfortable for a small child, let alone a six-foot-two man.

Evelyn immediately shook her head. "No," she said, her voice firm. Her own logic, her own strategic mind, took over, overriding the social discomfort. "That's not a viable solution. We don't know how long we'll be here, or what we'll be facing. You need to be at your best, both physically and mentally. A lack of proper sleep is the single greatest impediment to peak cognitive function. It's an unnecessary risk to the mission."

Her reasoning was flawless, cold, and completely devoid of emotion. She was treating the problem of the bed with the same dispassionate logic she would apply to a security threat.

Kaelen looked from the tiny sofa to the massive bed, and then back at her. He knew she was right. "So," he said, his voice a low, dry murmur, "what do you propose?"

"We are two adults on a mission," she stated, as if dictating the terms of a contract. "The bed is a piece of furniture. We will treat it as such." She walked over to the bed, picked up the four extra decorative pillows, and placed them in a neat, straight line down the exact center of the mattress, creating a distinct, fluffy barrier. "This is your side," she said, pointing to the half furthest from the door. "And this is mine. A simple division of territory. We will share the space, but maintain our personal boundaries."

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