Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 368 - 367

In the lounge, everyone from the group was still sitting inside. With the end of the final concert, they all finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before it was over, they were holding their breath, always afraid that something unexpected might happen halfway through. Now that it’s over, everyone was able to relax.

They were all sprawled out on the sofas, chatting away carefreely.

After a while, someone suddenly asked, "Where’s Mia? Didn’t she say she was going to the restroom? How long has she been in there?"

Only then did everyone realize that Mia had been in the bathroom for almost half an hour.

Everyone turned simultaneously to look at Lynn. Seeing this, Lynn picked up her phone and opened her contact list.

"I’ll ask her."

...

By the time Mia received the call, she was already in Jensen Sterling’s car, sitting in the passenger seat, with her mouth still a bit sore.

She had a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something when Lynn’s call came through.

Mia suddenly smacked her forehead, remembering what she had forgotten.

She had forgotten to tell her group mates that she left with Jensen Sterling.

Once the call connected, Lynn’s voice came through the phone: "Mia, where are you? We’re about to head back."

Mia replied, a bit embarrassed, "Lily, I have something to do. I won’t be going back with you guys. I just forgot to let you all know."

All she could think about was Jensen being called hubby by fans, completely forgetting about Lynn, as if it was pushed to the back of her mind.

Lynn paused for a moment, then responded with an "oh" and reminded her to stay safe before hanging up the call.

After hanging up, Mia glanced out the window, then turned back to ask, "Jensen, where are we going?"

She hadn’t thought about it before, but now she realized that since Jensen was filming, maybe it wasn’t appropriate for her to come over.

Jensen Sterling replied, "Hotel."

...

In the hotel room.

Mia sat on the edge of the bed, looking around curiously, and asked, "Jensen, is your film crew always this generous?"

The room was obviously pricey, not something a typical crew would book.

Jensen casually tossed his clothes onto the sofa, replying nonchalantly, "I upgraded the room."

The crew wouldn’t be generous enough to book such an expensive room, even for Jensen Sterling.

Initially, Jensen was staying in the room arranged by the crew. He wasn’t picky about accommodations.

But when he found out that the last concert venue was not far from the crew, he considered upgrading his room.

It wasn’t until his departure today that he went to the hotel front desk to upgrade the room.

Hearing this, Mia was a bit surprised. Upgraded the room?

After a moment, she smiled sweetly.

Jensen is so indulgent, it’s quite irresistible.

Inadvertently, her gaze fell again on his shirt, slightly creased at the waist where she had grabbed it.

Jensen unbuttoned his cuffs. "Hungry?"

It wasn’t until he mentioned it that Mia realized her stomach was protesting.

She had only eaten in the morning and missed lunch. After several hours of singing and dancing, her stomach was empty.

Jensen watched the girl on the bed, her soft smile as she said, "Hungry."

"Okay, I’ll order something for you," he said, gently patting her hair. "There’s some fruit in the room to tide you over." Then he turned to leave the room.

The door closed. Mia sat by the bed for several seconds before throwing herself onto it, smiling.

She thought, at this rate, she’s going to be spoiled by Jensen Sterling.

...

As Jensen left the room, he ran into the director of the crew. The director greeted him with a simple nod, and they exchanged a few words about filming.

As he was about to leave, the director suddenly stopped, looked back at Jensen, and asked in surprise, "Jensen Sterling, I heard from the front desk that you upgraded your room?"

"Is the room not comfortable? If it’s not, you can let us know. We can change it for you. You shouldn’t have to change it yourself."

The director meant every word. Given Jensen Sterling’s status, he could certainly request better accommodations.

Naturally, the director would accommodate him, and having some rapport could make future collaborations easier.

Jensen replied, "No need; it was a personal matter. No need to trouble the crew."

The director, understanding, made light of it: "Alright, but if anything comes up in the future, let our staff know. We can handle it."

Jensen nodded slightly.

After exchanging a few casual words, they parted ways, and Jensen went to order some food for Mia.

...

When he returned to the room, he found the girl lying on the bed, playing on her phone. He put the things he brought on the table and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Upon hearing his voice, Mia rolled up immediately: "Just scrolling through Weibo, looking at fans’ comments."

The end of the last concert marked the end of the tour, and right now, topics about their concert were trending on social media.

They were even in the top three searches with quite positive reviews from netizens.

Fans were having a blast below, especially on topics related to Mia, which were very popular.

Fans were calling her hubby and boyfriend in various creative ways, in quite the large numbers.

Mia, while reading, suddenly recalled someone getting jealous over such terms.

The next second, she decisively closed the phone page.

Then she looked up and saw a bunch of things on the table, main dishes, and desserts with drinks.

She immediately tossed her phone aside as stars practically lit up in her eyes.

This concert required strict body management, not only exercising in various ways but also avoiding fattening foods.

She hadn’t seen snacks or drinks in over a month.

No wonder she was craving them now.

She pitter-pattered over in her slippers and sat on the sofa edge.

Jensen watched the girl sit and eat with a satisfied look, smiling slightly.

"Don’t eat too much, or it won’t be comfortable to sleep tonight."

Mia nodded.

Even though she knew she shouldn’t eat too much... the way she watched Jensen put the rest away, the reluctance in her eyes was almost overflowing.

"Jensen~"

Jensen put the food aside, poked her forehead with a finger: "Don’t pout. No more. I’ll take you out for something else tomorrow."

Mia puffed her cheeks, softly responding with "Okay."