Amelie seductively stuffed the room key card into Brendan's neckline, smiling provocatively. "You're so loyal to your pregnant girlfriend, but I can offer you things she can't. The room number is on the key card. If you're interested... I'll be waiting for you there."

Brendan took the room card but didn't discard it. He kept it instead. Amelie's smile grew wider, confident that she could win him over in the end, no matter how cold he seemed.

Later, Brendan arrived at the table, followed by Amelie.

Deirdre asked Brendan, "Why did you take so long? The food is getting cold. Are you feeling unwell?"

Brendan glanced at Amelie, who winked back at him. He lowered his head and began using his knife and fork. "I'm fine. I just couldn't find the bathroom, so I took a little longer."

Deirdre nodded, not suspecting anything, and continued sipping her soup with a spoon. Brendan cut the steak into pieces and served some to Deirdre before cutting another piece for himself.

Amelie crossed her l