Chapter 1760 Left an Impression

Tamara felt speechless. Why did she park the car here? The memory of her first meeting with Sebastian flashed in her mind. There was no foreplay before they got rough and rowdy. It left an impression on her. Even now, she could faintly sense the lingering pain when she recalled it. Just then, a deep voice suddenly sounded next to her. "Sorry." Tamara wished she could find a hole to hide in. Was it the time to be discussing this? Shouldn't they just skip this? Why did he feel the need to apologize so seriously? Did he think she wouldn't feel embarrassed? Sebastian gazed at her, and his voice was low and pleasant. "Regardless of whether that really happened or not, I apologize for my recklessness. I was drugged and had never been in a relationship, so I didn't know how to be gentle and considerate ..." "Stop!" Tamara immediately held up her hand to stop him. "That was a dream, and it has nothing to do with the current me." Tamara put on a calm façade. Sebastian stared at her intently before nodding. "Right, and I've made amends." Tamara sighed. Thinking back to the night when 1999 Club opened, he had been exceptionally gentle, as if he wanted to melt her into a puddle of water. Despite the intense and fiery passion in their breaths, he had remained rational and considerate of her feelings. A faint blush crept up Tamara's face. She opened the car door and got out, heading straight to the hotel. She didn't want to argue further. After all, they were about to revisit those memories, and it would be pedantic to argue at this point. Sebastian watched her disoriented steps with a smile and also got out of the car. Tamara handed the car keys to the valet, and he drove the car into the underground parking lot. At the front desk, Tamara told the receptionist, "We're here to book a room." The receptionist smiled. "Of course, please show your identification." Tamara's expression stiffened, and she turned to Sebastian. "What should I do? I didn't bring my ID." Sebastian stood behind her. He was still dressed in light-colored casual wear, exuding an air of cold elegance. His eyes settled on the receptionist, and he said calmly, "I am Sebastian Lynch." With that, he took out a black card. The receptionist grew even more respectful upon seeing the black card. "This way please, Mr. Lynch." Tamara paused at this. "Is this your property?" Sebastian answered, "Yes." Realization struck Tamara, and she entered the elevator. Sebastian followed behind her, his gaze always fixed on her as if he couldn't get enough of her. The elevator door soon opened, and Tamara stepped out first. There were three presidential suites on this floor. She turned to Sebastian. "Which one is it?" Sebastian took out the black card and walked to one of the presidential suites, swiping the card to enter. Tamara looked at the open door. Her emotions were a bit tense. She hesitated for a moment before going inside. Doing this while fully conscious was a first for her. "Would you like some water?" Sebastian noticed her nervousness and asked in a low voice. He had already opened a bottle of water, offering it to her. Tamara didn't accept the water. "I'll take a shower first." With that, she went straight into the bathroom. Sebastian's breath hitched as he watched her figure, and his eyes darkened. Time passed slowly. Tamara took half an hour to shower. She hesitated for another ten minutes before coming out.