CHAPTER 4 The Wrong One

　　The sunlight shone on me through the gap in the curtains. I furrowed my brows and opened my eyes. 

　　"It's too bright," I muttered, turning my head. 

　　I closed my eyes again, listening to the birds chirping outside, as I wanted to sleep a little longer. But Ralph's arm remained around my waist, and the warmth made me feel horny once more. We could definitely go another round. I moved slightly, and a sharp pain shot up from my waist, making me stop immediately. Or maybe not. 

　　Despite the pain that felt like my body was falling apart, I still had an indescribable sense of satisfaction, and my heart was full of happiness. I was happy that my first time was with Ralph. I smiled sweetly, clutching his muscular arm, and then turned over to face Ralph behind me. But when I saw his face, I froze in place, almost forgetting to breathe. 

　　Hayden. 

　　Why was Hayden in bed with me?

　　This must be a mistake. How could I be in bed with him?

　　However, the next moment, I saw the hicky on his neck and the scratches on his shoulders. Those marks were very obvious, telling me the cruel truth of last night. 

　　Last night, it wasn't Ralph. It was Hayden. 

　　My hands instantly became cold, and a sharp ringing suddenly sounded in my ears. No, this couldn't be happening. 

　　How could this be happening? I clearly went to Ralph's room. 

　　I suddenly stopped, and the words "Wren Allen, I'm looking forward to your reaction tomorrow," from "Ralph" came back to me. 

　　Did I go to the wrong room? Did the maid lie to me?

　　I couldn't stay here in bed with him anymore. I need to leave here!

　　I held my breath, tried to move as quietly as possible, removed his hand, put on my clothes quickly, and then rushed out of the room in a panic without looking back. 

　　After turning the corner ahead, I suddenly met a maid who bowed to me and said, "Good morning, Miss Allen."

　　Her sudden appearance scared me, and I stood there stiffly for a while, not knowing how to react. 

　　"Miss Allen? Are you okay?"

　　"I... " I forced out a smile and said, "I'm fine."

　　"That's good," she said respectfully. "If you don't want to eat downstairs, I will bring breakfast to you and Master Ralph's room later."

　　I stopped her from leaving and asked with a forced calmness, "I just went out for a walk and got a little lost. Can you tell me where Ralph's room is? I believe I have gotten lost. 

　　"It's over there, Miss Allen. Turn right ahead and keep going straight. It's the room at the top."

　　"Okay... thank you. " I immediately walked forward and avoided the maid's gaze. 

　　My hands hanging at my side were shaking uncontrollably. Without thinking, I knew that my face must look terrible. My mind was in chaos, and one question after another popped up. How could I make such a stupid mistake? How could I have gone to the wrong room and slept with Hayden? How could I not smell their different scents? I walked forward with my head down. 

　　What should I do? What should I say to Ralph about not waiting for him last night?

　　How should I explain that I mistook someone else for him?

　　I suddenly stopped in a panic. I had been walking so fast that I had already stopped at Ralph's door without realizing it. I bit my lip, and all my muscles tightened. When I came back to myself, my palm was pierced by my nails, causing a slight pain. And this pain miraculously calmed me down a bit. 

　　Yes, I can't escape. This is my mistake. I need to be honest with Ralph and apologize sincerely. 

　　I knocked on the door but got no response. But the door opened slightly because of my actions. 

　　The room wasn't locked. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath again, and finally pushed open the door with courage. 

　　I froze as I saw the scene before me. I began to shiver uncontrollably, as I didn't know if I wanted to scream or drop to my knees and die right there. The curtains were tightly closed in the dimly lit room, which was in complete chaos. The clothes were scattered all over the floor, from the entrance to the bed. The sheets on the bed were messy, and a woman's bra was hanging at the foot of the bed. 

　　No. No. No. 

　　I'm not seeing what I'm seeing. I covered my eyes for a moment to maintain my composure. I turned to leave, to run, but I stopped myself. 

　　I needed to see this. I needed to know. 

　　I took a step forward to make sure I was seeing things clearly. When I did, it felt like the air had been sucked from my lungs, leaving me breathless and staring in disbelief. 

　　Ralph was sleeping naked in the same bed as my best friend Clover!