Chapter 4 Is That Place Really My Home

• After Celia waited for a moment, Patrick returned, his expression no different from when he had left just now. "Miss Jeane, I've looked into it. The pills given to you by the receptionist last night were vitamins for preventing colds."
• "Vitamins? Are you sure about that?" Celia eyed him with doubt.
• Patrick replied without batting an eye, "Yes, I'm sure about that!"
• "But…" Celia was still unconvinced. My condition last night was clearly not right. That sensation… couldn't have been just a fever, could it?
• She asked skeptically, "Was the room I stayed in last night rented out to someone else?"
• "Of course not! The Room A1001 you stayed in is the most luxurious room in our hotel. Our staff has undergone rigorous training too, so such a fatal mistake is naturally impossible."
• Despite his assertion, Patrick also had some doubts. Could it be that someone on my staff rented out the room to the lady before me last night without my knowledge? The problem is, guests with that VIP card are either wealthy or prominent figures, and I know most of them. Obviously, this lady is not one of them.
• While his mind was racing, Celia was inwardly seething with rage. A man did enter my room last night, and we spent the night together. If the hotel staff didn't rent out the room to the man, how did he get in?
• Unable to figure out how it had happened, Celia ground her teeth in vexation. The frustration of being unable to seek justice for her situation cast a shadow over her heart that seemed impossible to shake off.
• Seeing her turn pale one moment and red the next, Patrick quickly asked, "Miss Jeane, are you okay?"
• "I'm fine. I just need to check out."
• Celia suppressed her inner turmoil. She understood that there was no way she could get any answers for the situation; even if she could, the loss of her virginity could not be undone.
• She took out the room key and handed it to the receptionist, eager to leave as soon as possible.
• Just then, Patrick suddenly snatched the card from her. He changed color slightly, asking, "Miss Jeane, how did you get this room key?"
• Celia furrowed her brows and replied, "It was given to me by someone else. Is there a problem?"
• Yes, there's a big problem! The room key she's holding features a purple background with gilded edges, and it has intricate patterns and a creatively designed uppercase "X" logo printed on it. This is a card that only belongs to members of the Xavier Family! Imperial Hotel is also a hotel chain owned by the Xavier Family.
• "Miss Jeane, may I ask what your relationship is with the Xavier Family?" Beads of cold sweat formed on Patrick's forehead, and he became much more respectful in his demeanor. If she has any ties to the Xavier Family, it would mean trouble!
• "No, I'm not related to them," Celia replied casually. Obviously, she did not want to delve deeper into the subject.
• In fact, the room key was given to her by Quentin Xavier, the current heir of the Xavier Family. He had insisted on giving her the card before she returned to the country, fearing that she might have no place to stay.
• Since the two were pretty close, she did not think twice about accepting it. Who would have thought that it would lead to her losing her virginity?
• She felt so uncomfortable that she could barely stand on her feet. "If there's nothing wrong, please help me check out immediately."
• "O-Okay."
• Patrick handed the room key to the front desk with cold sweat dripping down his forehead. In an instant, he realized everything.
• Turns out this lady ended up in the same room with Mr. Howard because she's holding a room key from the Xavier Family. Well, what happened is our hotel's fault, but I can't admit it. Otherwise, it'd harm our hotel's reputation.
• Thinking of this, he decided to keep this matter a secret. As for Celia… he could only apologize to her in his heart. It was just her bad luck that she happened to choose to stay in that room last night!
• After completing the checkout procedures, Celia left the hotel without looking back, dragging her suitcase behind her.
• The sun was shining outside, but she felt chilly all over. Why does it have to be me? Why did such a thing have to happen to me?
• Her heart was filled with questions, but the answers eluded her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they would not stream down her face.
• Just when she felt extremely depressed, a black Bentley suddenly pulled up beside her. The door swung open and out stepped the last person she ever wanted to see in her life.
• It was Sylas.
• Today, he was clad in a well-tailored light gray Armani suit. His handsome face was adorned with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his tall nose, giving him an exceptionally refined and elegant appearance.
• At the sight of him, Celia's eyes instantly hardened. She turned around and wanted to leave.
• Sylas quickly caught up with her and grabbed her suitcase. "Celia, stop."
• Celia was forced to stop in her tracks. She knocked her hand away irritably, saying, "Don't touch my stuff."
• Sylas frowned at her, his voice grim as he asked, "Where are you going?"
• "Where I'm going is none of your business," Celia retorted coldly, turning to leave again. Her emotions were on the verge of boiling over, and Sylas was the last person she wanted to deal with at such a time.
• Back then, she had given him everything she had, only for him to turn his back on her and be with Ruth instead. Not only did he trample on her heart and her dignity, but he also teamed up with Ruth, subjecting her to endless humiliation.
• She could never forget how he had cruelly torn her heart to pieces when he slapped her in public two years ago. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been left to live abroad all alone, nor would she have ended up like this today.
• She truly hated him in her heart, so she walked away with determined steps.
• However, Sylas wouldn't let her have her way. Taking a few steps forward to block her path, he said, "Celia, you can't leave. Come back with me. Mr. Jeane wants to see you." His voice was somewhat cold, leaving no room for refusal.
• A surge of anger welled up in Celia's heart. Who does he think I am? Does he still think I'm the old Celia who would obey his every word?
• "Why should I go back with you? Who are you to me?" Celia looked at him mockingly, trying to go around him.
• Sylas seemed irritated by her response. He grabbed her wrist as if fearing she might run away. His grip was firm, and his gaze was piercingly cold. "It's been two years already. Why are you still so willful, always throwing tantrums? When will you ever grow up?"
• At hearing this, Celia felt as if a knife had stabbed her in the heart. The pain was so intense that she almost suffocated. "Yeah, I'm willful and difficult, so what? Can you do anything about me?" She glared at him with teary eyes, pulling her hand away from his grip.
• Sylas' expression was stern. He was visibly furious, but he nonetheless took a deep breath to suppress his anger. He said coldly, "I can't do anything about you, but you must come back with me today. Ruth and your parents are all waiting for you at home." With that, he stepped forward again, trying to grab her arm.
• Celia sidestepped him with ease, scoffing. Home? Is that place really my home? That place has ceased to be my home ever since Ruth and her mother moved in. Even my dad isn't mine anymore!