A Night of Desire-Chapter 29: Could It Be Him Again?

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Huddled under the covers, Clara Grant searched the sheets for the bloodstains she expected to find, but there were none. ’Maybe it didn’t happen on the bed!’ she thought with a pang of sorrow.

’So many men have strange kinks these days. And I was drugged yesterday... Who knows where that man could have violated me!’

Clara Grant poked her head out from under the covers and leaned weakly against the headboard. Her normally expressive eyes now seemed vacant, a faint sadness laced with despair spilling from them.

She’d slept with someone in a complete daze, and she didn’t even know who the man was or what he looked like. Even the most optimistic, open-minded, and carefree person wouldn’t just act like nothing happened, right?

Besides, the virginity she’d guarded so carefully wasn’t for some stranger to take! It was meant for the person she loved!

At the thought of her beloved, a gentle, captivating face and a name that sounded as bright and handsome as he was flashed through Clara Grant’s mind.

’After last night, is there any hope left for us?’

’Some people might say, "If it’s true love, whether you’re a virgin or not won’t be an obstacle. Besides, it wasn’t your fault!"’

But it was her fault. If she had just been more careful, if she hadn’t fallen for Fatty Lee’s trap and drunk that wine, maybe she wouldn’t have lost her virginity.

But she did drink that wine. She slept with a stranger while she was drugged. Who else was there to blame? For all she knew, she was the one who had shamelessly "initiated" it!

So, even though she was an inexperienced young woman, she didn’t scream like the heroines in novels. Instead, a smile suddenly stretched across her lips, though it was a miserable one.

She then let out a sharp breath. Turning her head, she saw her clothes, neatly folded on the nightstand. She grabbed them and quickly got dressed.

Thankfully, the T-shirt had a high neckline, so the marks underneath weren’t obvious.

After making sure she hadn’t left anything behind, Clara Grant stumbled to the door, yanked it open, and fled.

She didn’t know why, but after pulling the door shut behind her, she instinctively glanced back at the room number.

1818!

She didn’t dwell on it, a bitter smile just touched her lips. ’It looks like I’m cursed by Room 1818. Last time, it was meeting that scumbag Seth Quinn in Room 1818 of The Reyton Hotel. This time, I lost my virginity to a stranger in Room 1818 of god knows which hotel!’

Even as these thoughts raced through her mind, her feet carried her in a desperate sprint toward the elevators.

Once she was downstairs, an unsettling feeling washed over Clara Grant. She hadn’t paid attention upstairs, but now that she was looking around, the lobby seemed incredibly familiar... just like the lobby of The Reyton Hotel.

No, it wasn’t just *like* it. It was identical!

Clara Grant’s heart pounded in her chest. As she walked past the front desk, she hesitated for a second before turning back and approaching the receptionist.

"Excuse me, what hotel is this?"

The receptionist gave her a surprised look. ’Didn’t she just come down from one of the guest floors? How can she not know what hotel she’s in?’

Despite her confusion, she answered politely, "Hello, miss. This is The Reyton Hotel."

Hearing the definitive answer, Clara Grant’s knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed.

The Reyton Hotel, Room 1818!

’The man from last night... could it have been Seth Quinn?’

Clara Grant shook her head, trying to clear it. Blurry images flashed through her mind. It seemed... just before she completely lost consciousness, the man who had snatched her away from President Lee... it really was Seth Quinn! 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Desperate for confirmation, she asked again, "Then who is the guest registered to Room 1818?"

This time, the receptionist offered an apologetic smile. "I’m sorry, miss, but we cannot disclose guest information. I hope you understand."