C1 Who am I sleeping with?

What's it like to wake up and find that you've slept with your fiancé's uncle?

Clara Smith stumbled out of the hotel suite, covered in marks, feeling like she'd been struck by lightning!

It was all because last night, in a daze, she slept with the wrong person—none other than her fiancé's most respected uncle.

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"Clara Smith?"

Clara Smith paused, recognizing the voice, but without looking up, she covered her face with her hand, trying to slip away quickly.

But the other person wouldn't let her pass, deliberately blocking her way after recognizing her: "You think I wouldn't recognize you, Clara Smith!"

"You've mistaken me for someone else!"

"Heh, mistaken me?"

Just as Clara Smith was about to duck away, Dyana Scott stepped forward and grabbed her hand, removing the hand covering her face: "What are you hiding for? Can't you be seen?"

And she really couldn't be seen!

With her hand forcefully pulled away by Dyana Scott, the marks on Clara Smith's neck and below were now exposed.

She glanced up at Dyana Scott's astonished expression, then decided not to hide anymore, and boldly raised her head and puffed out her chest: "I was hiding because I couldn't bear to see people, but since you insist on looking, I'll let you see. How about it, impressive, right?"

While showing off her impressive figure, she also openly displayed the 'marks' on her neck to Dyana Scott.

Dyana Scott raised her hand to cover her mouth in shock: "You last night?"

Clara Smith touched behind her ear, a little embarrassed, and said: "I had an appointment to play chess with someone last night."

"Play chess?"

"Yeah, the kind where they're really good at moving the cannon."

"..."

Clara Smith was Dyana Scott's cousin, and the two didn't get along at all, always arguing whenever they met.

This time, Dyana Scott accidentally stumbled upon Clara Smith's private affairs. Clara Smith smiled and said frankly, "Adults have normal physiological needs. Don't you have them too, little cousin?"

Dyana Scott concealed her genuine shock and revealed a disdainful expression. She knew Clara Smith was always shameless like this: "Cheating on your fiancé behind his back? Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? So indecent!"

Clara Smith tossed her hair, her crescent-shaped lips curving upwards: "How can you be so sure that the person I was with last night wasn't my fiancé?"   

Dyana Scott was taken aback.

Suddenly remembering something, she turned and walked towards the hotel reception.

Clara Smith guessed that Dyana Scott wanted to check her hotel booking records from last night. Dyana Scott was a minor shareholder in this hotel, so she could find out. However, Clara Smith didn't care about any of that. It was good that she found out; she had nothing to hide.

...

Back in her small apartment, Clara Smith took the medicine she had bought on the way back and then took a shower. After the shower, she finally felt a little better, although her back was still a bit sore, as were her legs and feet. When she left the hotel, she felt light as a feather, as if she were walking on cotton. That was too much; it didn't end until late at night.

While Clara Smith was inwardly cursing, she couldn't help but reminisce. Robert Clark was not only good-looking, but also had incredible stamina.

Knock knock knock— someone was knocking on the door.

Clara Smith went to open the door with her light, airy steps.

Seeing Rosie Clark standing outside the door, Clara Smith was about to pull her in and close the door to share the good news when Rosie Clark hurriedly asked her, "Clara Smith, why didn't you answer my calls last night?"

Just as she finished asking, Rosie Clark noticed the suggestive marks on Clara Smith's neck.

Unfazed by the marks, Clara Smith didn't try to hide them, answering the question about not answering the phone: "My phone died last night and shut down automatically. I only noticed it when I got back, and it's still charging."

Rosie Clark asked, "So who were you with last night?"

Clara Smith pulled Rosie Clark in, closed the door, and turned to answer, "I was indeed with Robert Clark last night."

After coming in, Clara Smith opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of soda, and tossed one to Rosie Clark.

Rosie Clark's hand trembled; it felt she'd caught a fireball, not a bottle of soda, the kind that burns her hand. "Clara Smith," she said, "I have to tell you, Robert Clark… he flew to H country yesterday afternoon for an event and hasn't returned yet. The person you were with last night wasn't Robert Clark."

Clara Smith, who was about to drink her soda, looked like she'd been struck by lightning: "???"

"Impossible!"

"Robert Clark really..." A crack appeared on Clara Smith's face. Rosie Clark's sudden revelation left her stunned and bewildered, finding it utterly absurd.

How could such a melodramatic thing as sleeping with the wrong person happen to her??

Rosie Clark asked softly, "Clara, did you see that man's face clearly last night?"

Clara Smith was shocked again: "...No."

With Rosie Clark's reminder, Clara Smith recalled the general course of events last night. Some details were not clear, but she was certain that she had never seen Robert Clark's face from beginning to end!

Because the lights were off! The light was very dim, and she could only rely on her senses to perceive the man's presence.

Moreover, she had called Robert Clark's name, and although he didn't respond, he responded to her with his actions!

Rosie Clark silently took out a video of Robert Clark attending an awards ceremony in H country last night: "Take a look at this."

Clara Smith took it with trembling hands.

International exchange is commonplace in the entertainment industry, with frequent participation in fashion events. Robert Clark, a popular male celebrity, was invited by a fashion brand to attend an event in H country. As an award presenter, his schedule was extremely tight. He boarded the plane at 4 PM yesterday and immediately began preparing for the awards ceremony upon arrival in Y country. The ceremony lasted over four hours, ending at midnight.

This means that before midnight and again at midnight, Clara Smith was in bed with a strange man.

…

To be honest, Clara Smith couldn't accept this happening to her.

Throughout the entire process, her first time, she hadn't even seen the man's face, and she had unknowingly slept with a stranger!

Her twenty-two years of chastity, given to a stranger?

God, strike her dead!

Rosie Clark scolded her, "How old are you? How can you make such a mistake?"

Clara Smith wanted to slam her fist on the table, "You're the one who told me that if you like someone, you should pursue them; if you can't get them, you should pester them relentlessly; if they still don't give in, you should put in real effort. In the end, the only result is going to jail. You don't even dare to go to jail, yet you dare to say you like this person?!"

Rosie Clark choked, "..."

Rosie Clark shifted the blame, "It must be the drug. If you had been sober enough at the time, this definitely wouldn't have happened. And I think that man... probably didn't really see you clearly, so let's just say, let's just say..."

At this moment, Clara Smith suddenly stood up. Rosie Clark was startled by the noise and looked up, "Clara?"

Clara Smith said, "After all, I'm an adult. I understand the principles, so now I'm going to find that man."   

Rosie Clark stood up: "Are you sure you still want to go find him?"

Clara Smith turned to look at Rosie Clark: "I didn't see him clearly last night, but it's hard to guarantee he didn't see me clearly. If it really was Robert Clark last night, I wouldn't care if word got out, after all, he's my fiancé. But he's not Robert Clark, and you know how bad it would be for me if word got out. So many people are waiting to see me make a fool of myself. My Wen family is sensitive about reputation; we need to be careful not to lose face."

Rosie Clark hesitated greatly.

Clara Smith looked at her: "What are you afraid of? Shouldn't I be the one afraid?"

Rosie Clark swallowed: "I'm just worried about you."

She was off immediately.

Clara Smith didn't waste a moment. She changed into conservative clothes to cover the marks and rushed to the Starlight Hotel.

Three hours had passed since she left the hotel that morning. She didn't know if the man had left the hotel yet. It would be best if he was still there, then things would be much easier!

After checking with the hotel reception, Clara Smith learned that room 5122 hadn't been checked out yet. Excitedly, Clara Smith grabbed Rosie Clark's wrist: "He's not gone! We can still destroy the evidence."

Rosie Clark shuddered: "You...you want to kill him?"

"In a society governed by law, shouting for violence is outrageous." Clara Smith took a deep breath, his gaze resolute: "He took such a huge advantage of me, crippling him is acceptable, isn't it?"

Rosie Clark swallowed hard and whispered, "Clara, good luck to you."

"What?" Clara Smith didn't hear clearly.

Rosie Clark shook her head: "Nothing, let's go upstairs."

A few minutes later, Clara Smith stood outside room 5122 and knocked.

The moment the door opened, Clara Smith felt as if struck by lightning!