Under the Heiress' Facade novel Chapter 987

The next day, Shaun slept until evening. When he woke up, he stared at the unfamiliar room, eventually recalling that he had drank until dawn and was helped back to his hotel by the staff.

He rubbed his pounding head and got up. He went to the bathroom to freshen up and drank a glass of water before sinking onto the couch and staring at the ceiling. After a while, he finally remembered the event from last night.

He jolted upright from the couch and grabbed his phone. He ignored the low battery warning and opened his Instagram. Scrolling past holiday greetings and group messages, he found Samantha's chat and clicked in.

Their last message was still the Amazon link Samantha had sent. It was now 5:30 pm. He figured the prices had gone down now.

He typed out a message, "Did you get the phone?"

Just after sending it, he received an error message, "This user does not accept messages from non-followers. Please send a follow request to this user before chatting."

Shaun thought he had misread and tried again, "Did you block me?"

Once more, the same error message appeared.

"Damn!" Shaun cursed. "What is she thinking?"

He considered calling Samantha to ask but stopped himself when he recalled last night's awkwardness. Instead, he opened his Twitter. He rarely used it before meeting Samantha, but after they got together, he created an account just to follow her. He had set it to notify him of any new posts.

He scrolled through her account and found a post at 5:00 am. "Some people should've been cut off long ago."

These words made Shaun's headache worse. It was almost as painful as when they broke up. Still, he refused to admit that she could hurt him twice. He huffed. "Fuck! I wasted a good plot of land for nothing."

Samantha couldn't help but laugh, realizing for the first time how dangerous Millie's cooking could be. She felt grateful that her mother had been too busy performing to cook for her. "Maybe you should keep a safe distance from the kitchen."

Millie chuckled. "Oh, I'll keep practicing until I get it right."

Samantha wanted to say some people simply lack a talent for certain things but held back when she saw Millie's determination. Millie was always strong-willed, and any discouragement would only push her to try harder.

"Oh, and be sure to thank Jameson properly. It was thanks to him that I'm safe," Millie added.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted them, and a man entered. He had light-brown hair that had been styled to look neat and eyes of the same shade. It was none other than Jameson.