Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

62. Homey

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!” I exclaim as soon as the door to our cabin opens, “tell me this is a mistake.”

The supervisor who asked us to just call him Oliver gives out an awkward chuckle, “I’m sorry, Mr. Greyson and Miss. Granger, but we did not anticipate y’all coming here, so the cabins were built for working people with the limited facilities and budget we had. If you aren’t comfortable with the arrangement, though, I will gladly call a nearby hotel and book you two separate rooms.”

The cabin looks homey enough, everything made of wood, with a three-room structure, one for the kitchen/living room, one for the shared bathroom, and the other for the bedroom.

A single bedroom, meant to be shared. There are two beds placed side to side, pushed near the walls as if it’s some sort of a dorm room. Coraline blinks at it, with amusement etching on her features, contrary to my anxiety. I mean, I’m not that much of a snob to balk at the idea of sharing a room with someone. I’ve done th