At this point, the voice on the other end of the line had completely dropped any pretense or disguise, and Will instantly recognized the familiar voice.
He almost squeezed the name out between clenched teeth.
The damn girl, it was all her doing!
"Consider this a thank you for lending me your clothes. I hope you like it!" Jessica said, barely suppressing a laugh, "No need to tip, my treat!"
Will gripped the receiver tightly, "You wretched woman, if you dare to pull another prank, next time I’ll strip you naked and throw you into the lake!"
Without giving the other person a chance to respond, he slammed down the phone, yanked out the cord, and threw himself back onto the pillow, still seething with rage.
On the other end, Jessica hit the redial button, but she couldn’t get through anymore.
She clenched her teeth in the dark, shuffling through the cards on the desk before hanging up the phone and dialing another number, "Hello, room service? Could you please send a midnight snack to room 3907? As for the delivery time... an hour and a half from now would be great. Also, book a Thai massage for me at two in the morning, and, oh, add a wake-up call at four... Yes... That’s right... Thank you very much."
She hung up the phone with a satisfied smile, lay back on the pillow, stretched lazily, pulled a pillow into her embrace, and closed her eyes.
That asshole wanted to sleep, not a chance...
Thinking of his handsome face contorted with frustration, she smiled softly and closed her eyes.
An hour and a half later.
The waiter, carrying the midnight snack, went downstairs. The bodyguards, hearing it was a late-night order placed by Will, naturally didn’t stop him.
During busy times, it was common for Will to work overtime and order midnight snacks, and they didn’t find it odd.
Thus, poor Will, who’d just managed to fall asleep, was woken up by the waiter.
Then came the masseuse.
At four in the morning, just as he’d entered light sleep, the room service attendant came persistently ringing his doorbell. When he opened the door with red eyes, the usually good-tempered man was now so angry he felt like killing someone.
"Sir, it is four in the morning," the waiter said with a respectful smile. "You need to get up!"
Will grabbed the waiter’s collar, "Say one more word, and I’ll kill you! Get lost!"
The waiter was frightened and hurriedly turned to flee. Will threw himself back on the bed and immediately closed his eyes. Being tormented multiple times in one night, even the best internal clock would be thrown into complete disarray.
Only at seven in the morning when his phone rang did he barely regain some consciousness. He grabbed the phone and swore immediately.
"You damn girl, do you want to die?!"
"Mr. Will?" On the other end was his assistant’s voice, the one who helped him with work, "I...I just wanted to confirm today’s schedule with Duke."
"I apologize!" Will sat up, pressing his throbbing temples, "I...I’ll call you back in ten minutes."
Half an hour later, he arrived at Huangfu Jue’s room, neatly dressed but with bloodshot eyes and faint dark circles beneath them.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Huangfu Jue sensitively noticed something was off.
Will spoke in a hoarse voice, "I...didn’t sleep well last night."
Pulling an all-nighter was not a big deal for him, but being woken up just after falling asleep was far more tormenting than staying up all night.