The Moon That Remembered My Face by Elias Rowan Montclair 135

In Chapter 135 of “The Moon That Remembered My Face” by Elias Rowan Montclair, the atmosphere is charged with tension and curiosity as a handful of staff linger near the guesthouse after a chaotic event. Helena, feeling flustered by the attention, confronts William and requests his ID, only to discover that the guesthouse is fully booked due to the crew’s unexpected stay. The receptionist, eager for gossip, suggests that Helena and William share a room, which leaves Helena feeling embarrassed and exasperated, especially since she is not officially divorced yet.

As the interaction unfolds, William remains calm and composed, even playfully offering to send toiletries to Helena’s room. The receptionist’s playful teasing only adds to Helena’s discomfort, and she struggles with her emotions as William’s charm becomes increasingly evident. When Helena attempts to flee the situation, William catches her, showcasing a mix of concern and confidence. Their exchange becomes increasingly flirtatious, with Helena trying to maintain her composure while grappling with her attraction to him.

The tension escalates as William playfully challenges Helena, leading to a surprising kiss that leaves her breathless and conflicted. Despite her internal protests, she finds herself drawn to him, and their banter continues to reveal a deeper connection. Just as the moment intensifies, they are interrupted by the receptionist delivering toiletries, prompting Helena to sneak out before William returns from the bathroom, leaving both characters in a state of heightened anticipation and desire.

As William contemplates his feelings and the situation, he is determined to pursue Helena further, suggesting a shift in their relationship dynamics. The chapter closes with him dialing a number, hinting at a potential plot twist or development that could change everything. The emotions throughout the chapter are a blend of embarrassment, attraction, and playful tension, setting the stage for what may come next in their evolving relationship.

**The Moon That Remembered My Face by Elias Rowan Montclair**

**Chapter 135**

A handful of staff lingered near the guesthouse, remnants of the bustling crew that had just departed, their presence a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded.

As the group exchanged curious glances, a wave of curiosity swept through the air, thick with unspoken questions and speculation.

Helena felt the heat rise in her cheeks, an involuntary reaction to the attention. *What on earth is this guy thinking? Trying to create a scene right here in front of everyone?*

Her gaze darted to the receptionist, who was clearly eavesdropping, her eyes sparkling with excitement, practically vibrating with the anticipation of juicy gossip.

Helena inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself before extending her hand toward William. “Could you please hand me your ID?”

William paused, his expression momentarily blank as he processed her request. Just as he was about to retrieve his wallet, the receptionist interjected, her tone laced with a hint of mischief. “Ms. Ward, we’re completely booked at the moment.”

Helena’s mouth fell open, her mind racing.

The crew had essentially monopolized the entire guesthouse, leaving only a few rooms unoccupied. They had assumed that such a remote location would deter visitors, yet here they were, fully booked on a night when they least expected it.

*What on earth is William supposed to do tonight?* Helena pondered, her thoughts swirling with concern.

She hesitated, then suggested, “Maybe you could check out one of the nearby guesthouses? I’m sure there are a couple around that still have rooms available.”

The receptionist piped up again, her voice bright and cheery. “I already checked, and all the nearby guesthouses have ‘No Vacancy’ signs posted out front.”

Helena shot her a look, and the receptionist leaned in, unable to resist the urge to tease. “Helena, isn’t this dashing gentleman your boyfriend? Why not just share a room?”

Helena was rendered speechless, her mind racing.

The receptionist had been a self-proclaimed fan since their first encounter, and she clearly knew all about Helena’s recent divorce.

*With those sparkling eyes, she’s practically begging to play matchmaker. Seriously, she’s more meddlesome than my own mother,* Helena thought, exasperated.

William, on the other hand, seemed entirely unfazed by the unfolding drama. A small smile crept onto his lips as he pulled out his wallet, peeling off a thick wad of cash. “Could you send some men’s toiletries to Helena’s room later?”

The receptionist’s eyes widened at the sight of the cash. “Wow, handsome! Are you trying to buy out the whole place or something?” she joked, her voice playful.

“Just the usual stuff,” William replied nonchalantly, as if it were the most ordinary request in the world.

“That’s way more than it’ll cost,” the receptionist protested, her surprise evident.

“Then keep whatever’s left for yourself,” he said, completely unfazed, his casual demeanor only adding to the receptionist’s admiration.

*This girl’s sharp; she deserves a nice tip,* he thought, appreciating her eagerness to help.

The receptionist’s face lit up with joy. *Honestly, men’s toiletries shouldn’t cost more than a few hundred tops, and here’s this ridiculously charming guy tossing cash around like it’s nothing.*

*Whoa, big spender alert,* she mused, utterly impressed. *No joke, a guy this charming and loaded is definitely Helena’s best match! She’s so lucky.*

“Thank you, sir!” the receptionist exclaimed, her face practically glowing with delight.

William turned to Helena, a sly grin playing on his lips. “So, which floor is your room on?”

Before she could respond, the receptionist chimed in eagerly, “Second floor, room 208!”

Helena barely had time to process the information before the receptionist winked at her, teasing, “Ms. Ward, I wish you and your handsome gentleman a wonderful night together.”

Helena felt her heart race, her face flushing with embarrassment. *I can practically see the wheels turning in her mind, imagining all sorts of steamy scenarios.*

Her ears burned, but she masked her discomfort with a calm demeanor, striding toward the second floor as if nothing were amiss.

Yet, as she ascended the stairs, her thoughts distracted her, and she nearly missed a step, teetering precariously.

“Careful,” William warned, his voice low and steady, a hint of concern lacing his tone.

Before she could regain her balance, William effortlessly swept her into his arms, steadying her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh my god! So sweet,” came the receptionist’s excited whisper from behind them, clearly thrilled by the unexpected display of affection.

Helena’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. She took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure. “William, I’m still not officially divorced yet.”

William glanced at her, his tone casual, as if her words were of little concern. “And?”

*And?* Helena echoed in her mind, rolling her eyes internally. *Is he really this oblivious?*

She shot him a sharp glare, yanked her hand away from his grasp, and marched toward her room, her frustration bubbling to the surface as she fumbled with the key.

“Calm down, I’m just staying for one night. Whatever you’re imagining—it’s not going to happen,” William drawled, his voice laced with lazy amusement.

“Of course, if you really need something, I guess I could make the sacrifice,” he added, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Says the one who’s actually needy,” Helena retorted, turning back to face him, her irritation evident.

William raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. “Oh? So I’m needy, huh? Are you willing to help me out?”

Helena was left momentarily speechless, caught off guard by his audacity.

Staring into the eyes of this sly old fox, she realized she needed to stay sharp, or she would end up as his next easy catch.

Her cheeks still burning, she stepped into her room, determined to reclaim her space. “You can have my room tonight. I’ll crash with Jane,” she said hastily, eager to escape.

But before she could even reach for the doorknob, William grasped her wrist, pulling her back with surprising gentleness.

In one fluid motion, he spun her around, pressing her against the wall, his tall frame casting a shadow over her.

“Lena, I told you, nothing’s going to happen tonight. So why are you trying to run?” William drawled, his voice soft and teasing, a hint of mischief in his gaze.

*Wait, why am I even running?* Helena thought, her heart racing. *How could I not want to escape this?*

Trapped in the small room with him, the air thick with unspoken tension, she felt a rush of anxiety.

*Honestly, I’m terrified that this cunning hunter will lure me into his trap, and I’ll fall for it headfirst,* she mused, battling her inner turmoil.

Despite her mental protests, her face remained calm and collected, as if nothing were wrong at all.

“I’m not running. I’m just going to check on Jane. Everything blew up today, and as her best friend, shouldn’t I be making sure she’s okay?”

William locked eyes with her, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Oh really? You’re honestly not nervous about being alone in a room with me?”

“Nervous? Should I be worried about you or something?” Helena shot back, maintaining her composure.

“Yep. A desperate old guy like me? Pretty dangerous, you know,” William joked, his voice low and smooth, a playful challenge hanging in the air.

Helena was left speechless, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

With a light shove against his solid chest, she decided to play along. “Well then, mind getting out of my way?”

William’s expression darkened, and with a single, graceful motion, he tilted her chin up with his long fingers. “If I’m so scary, why do you still love me?”

Helena immediately regretted her words. *Why on earth did I let that slip just to placate him?*

*Now I feel like such an idiot. Ugh, he’s really relentless.*

“Yep, I’m terrible, totally heartless. But look at you—you just can’t stay away,” she teased back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

William chuckled, his laughter warm and inviting. “Guess we’re just meant to be, huh?”

“Whatever you say. Is that good enough for you?” Helena shot back, raising an eyebrow, challenging him.

“Not really,” he replied, flashing her that trademark teasing look that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, a shadow fell over her—William leaning in close, his intentions unmistakable.

Then, without warning, his lips claimed hers, soft and utterly unexpected.

Helena had sensed he might make a move, but the reality of it took her by surprise.

*Just as I suspected!* she grumbled inwardly, recalling his earlier words.

He had told her he’d waited nine years already—waiting a little longer was no big deal for him.

He’d insisted she didn’t need to treat him like a snake, because he’d never touch her without her consent.

*So this is his idea of “not touching me,” huh?* Helena thought helplessly, seriously questioning his interpretation.

William teased her, his voice dripping with lazy heat. “Getting distracted already? Is my kissing that bad?”

When their lips finally parted, his voice was husky, that delicious, rough sound sending a jolt of electricity through her.

Helena snapped back to reality in an instant. “If I dared to admit his kisses weren’t perfect, that would probably be the end of me.”

William’s chest was warm against her, radiating heat that left her breathless and flustered.

She flashed him a cheeky grin. “No way—you’re basically the jack-of-all-trades around here, a total pro at everything. Don’t tell me you doubt your own skills, master.”

“Oh? You sound pretty sure about that. What, have you been locking lips with lots of other guys for comparison?” William shot back, teasing her with a playful smirk.

Helena was left momentarily speechless, her mind racing.

She dropped her fake smile and shot him a sharp glare, her delicate brows knitting together in mock anger. “William, pick your words carefully—or you’ll be out sleeping on the curb tonight.”

Watching her feigned frustration, William chuckled softly and swooped in for another heated kiss. “Oh? Then why don’t you just sleep with me tonight?”

Helena was left utterly speechless, her heart racing as she processed his bold suggestion.

Just as she was about to respond, the doorbell rang, breaking the tension. William glanced down, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I need to freshen up for a minute.”

Helena ran her fingers through her slightly disheveled black hair, attempting to calm the fluttering in her chest.

She couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable tenting at the edge of William’s once perfectly pressed suit pants, a sight that sent her heart racing.

Biting her lip, she patted her flushed face, drew in a steadying breath, and opened the door.

The receptionist stood there, beaming with eagerness. “Helena, your boyfriend wanted these for you,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Thanks,” Helena replied, forcing herself to maintain her composure.

Quickly, she snatched the bag, shutting the door before the girl could snoop around, cutting off any lingering curious glances right at the threshold.

After dropping the toiletries on the coffee table, Helena slipped out as quietly as possible, determined to escape before William returned from the bathroom.

From the bathroom, William heard the soft click of the door shutting—he knew Helena had already slipped out.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, the smolder in his eyes was impossible to conceal. William swallowed hard, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face, hoping to cool the fire burning inside him.

But no matter what he did, nothing could extinguish the blaze of desire that surged within him.

*I just want to snag her and bring her home right now,* William thought, his heart pounding with impatience.

As a new thought struck him, the smolder in his eyes turned icy, a ruthless edge creeping into his demeanor.

With swift determination, William whipped out his phone and dialed without a moment’s hesitation. “Has anyone been inside the chapel these last few days?”

In the aftermath of the evening’s chaotic events, both Helena and William found themselves at a crossroads, caught between the past and the tantalizing possibilities of the present. Helena’s heart raced with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, her mind swirling with the implications of their unexpected kiss. The playful banter that had characterized their interactions transformed into something deeper, awakening feelings she thought she had buried with her divorce. As she stood on the threshold of her room, the weight of her past clashed with the allure of a future that seemed to beckon her forward, leaving her torn between caution and desire.

For William, the night had ignited a fierce determination to claim what he had long desired. The playful exchanges had hinted at a connection that transcended mere attraction, and he was resolute in his pursuit of Helena. As he stared into the mirror, his reflection mirrored the intensity of his feelings—this was not just a fleeting infatuation but a chance to build something meaningful with her. With each passing moment, the urgency of his feelings propelled him into action, driving him to seek answers and confront the shadows of their pasts. Together, they stood on the brink of a new chapter, one filled with potential, vulnerability, and the promise of love that could heal the scars of yesterday.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

In the upcoming chapter, tensions are set to escalate as Helena grapples with her feelings for William amidst the unexpected closeness they’ve shared. With her heart racing and her mind clouded by confusion, she must confront the reality of her emotions while navigating the complexities of her recent divorce. Will she succumb to the undeniable chemistry that simmers between them, or will she retreat further into her shell, determined to protect her heart? As she attempts to regain her composure, the stakes rise, promising a whirlwind of emotions that will leave readers breathless.

Meanwhile, William’s determination to uncover the secrets surrounding the chapel hints at deeper mysteries lurking just beneath the surface. His sudden shift in demeanor suggests that he may be harboring secrets of his own, and as he delves into the past, the revelations could change everything for both him and Helena. Will their budding romance survive the shadows of their histories, or will the truths that emerge threaten to tear them apart? As the chapter unfolds, readers can expect a perfect blend of romance, tension, and intrigue, leaving them eagerly anticipating what lies ahead for this captivating pair.

Lucia Morh

Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.