Chapter 709 Impersonation
If Desiree didn't know, Harold would just leave and let her rest. He knew she was drunk, but he wasn't about to take advantage of her.
"Harold, I'd never forget your face. How could I not recognize you?" Desiree said, looking at him.
She was totally out of it. Under the light, Harold's face was all blurry. This had to be a dream. In the waking world, she always kept her emotions tightly reined, but here in this dream-like state, she allowed herself a rare moment of abandon.
She kept calling Harold's name over and over. That simple name meant more to Harold than any strong drink ever could.
He took off his shirt, turned off the light, and leaned down to kiss Desiree again. They got tangled up with each other. A little while later, they were both exhausted and finally pulled apart.
Desiree was completely drained. She didn't even want to move, let alone get out of bed to take a shower. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
That night, both she and Harold slept soundly, their cares temporarily forgotten.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and onto the bed. Harold opened his eyes.
Seeing Desiree lying next to him, he felt a happiness he'd never known before. If only time could stop right here.
He covered her with the blanket, got dressed, and headed out to buy breakfast.
They'd been so intense last night that when Desiree woke up, she'd definitely be starving.
After breakfast, Harold thought they could finally sort out the tangled threads of their past and perhaps even contemplate getting remarried. With renewed hope, he left the hotel.
Daryl saw the whole thing. He'd been looking for Desiree all night and hadn't slept a wink, but he'd found nothing. Just as he was about to call the cops, he saw Harold coming out of the hotel.
Could it be that they were together all night?
Daryl gritted his teeth and quickly went into the hotel, making up an excuse at the front desk about losing something valuable.
Soon, he saw Harold on the surveillance footage and got his room number. Without wasting any time, Daryl took the elevator up.
The hotel door was easy to open, and after a few tries, he unlocked it. He walked step by step into the room and saw Desiree lying on the bed, his eyes gradually turning red.
He thought, 'Last night, Harold really did make love to Desiree. How did this happen?'
He'd been pressuring Desiree, even hiring a private detective to follow her and always knowing her whereabouts, not to mention trying to stir up trouble.
But in the end, Harold did nothing and easily got Desiree.
From the marks on Desiree's neck, it was clear how intense last night had been. Daryl suddenly felt a surge of impulse.
He really wanted Desiree. Now she was sleeping soundly, and there was no one else in the room. Harold had left, so could he take advantage of the situation?
Just as he was unbuttoning his shirt, Desiree suddenly turned over.
Daryl was startled and quickly buttoned his shirt back up. He couldn't do this; Desiree could wake up at any moment.
But he couldn't bring himself to just walk away. After a moment of hesitation, he lay down beside her, staring up at the ceiling, unable to stop replaying last night in his head.
Then Desiree opened her eyes. The moment she saw Daryl, she was stunned, her mind going blank. She struggled to speak, "Last night... we, how could it be?"
Her memories told her that the person with her last night was Harold, but why was Daryl here now?
She couldn't wrap her head around it.
"Desiree, I told you to go home early last night, but you didn't listen. You insisted I leave alone. But I couldn't just leave you there. There were guys eyeing you everywhere. If I left, they would've surrounded you. But even with all my precautions, you still got caught." Daryl lied smoothly, looking calm but with eyes full of pain. "There was something in your drink. You lost consciousness when you went to get juice and almost got taken away by those guys. Luckily, I got there in time to save you."
Desiree tried hard to remember everything from last night. She did encounter a creepy guy who tried to make a move on her. At the critical moment, it was Harold who showed up and drove the guy away.
She clearly remembered it was Harold, not Daryl.
"Are you sure about what you said? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" Desiree was half-believing, half-doubting.
Daryl swore, "Of course, I wouldn't lie to you. If it wasn't me last night, why would I be in your room? Desiree, that drug was strong and could make people lose their minds. Later, I need to take you to the hospital to check for any aftereffects."
Hearing the words 'lose their minds', Desiree felt her heart sink.
Could Harold really have been just a dream, a hallucination caused by the drug? She had thought she was indulging herself in a dream with Harold.
But in reality, she had been with Daryl.
How could this be?
"Desiree, in your current state, it's not convenient for us to talk. I'll go out first. You change your clothes, take a shower, and get ready. I'll take you to the hospital." Daryl turned and left.
He stood at the door, keeping his spirits up and watching the surroundings, afraid Harold might suddenly show up.
Inside, Desiree stumbled into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and saw herself covered in kiss marks, all of which told her what had happened last night. Plus, the stickiness on her legs.
Why did it have to be Daryl?
She didn't want a future with him, but after last night, she really didn't know how to face him.
Even after showering and drying her hair, Desiree hadn't figured it out. She changed her clothes and opened the door.
"Desiree, let's go. We need to get to the hospital quickly." Daryl's tone was urgent.
He didn't know if Harold had left for good or if he would come back later.
To be safe, it was best for them to leave the hotel now. That way, even if Harold returned, he wouldn't find Desiree.
Desiree nodded and followed him into the elevator.
As they passed the front desk, the receptionist looked at Desiree, then at Daryl, her mouth unconsciously opening. The man from last night was definitely not this one!
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