Three years after we broke up. I ran into Lucas Sterling again at a luxury hotel. I was the front desk receptionist. He checked into the Presidential Suite with a woman on his arm. That night, I received three calls from his room. The first time, he said, "The sheets are dirty. Change them." I sent housekeeping up to handle it. Two hours later, he called again to change the sheets. I complied. At 2 AM, he called a third time. I politely refused before he could even speak: "I'm sorry, sir, housekeeping has already clocked out." The man chuckled softly, his voice careless: "Then you come up and change them." 1 I ignored him and hung up the phone. I work at the front desk; I have no reason to do housekeeping's job. My colleague leaned in, asking mysteriously: "Was that the guy in the Presidential Suite again?" Seeing me nod, she covered her mouth and giggled: "Making housekeeping change the sheets three times in one night... that stamina is impressive!" "But you said housekeeping clocked out. What did he say?" I told her honestly: "He told me to go up and change them." My colleague froze, then laughed sarcastically. "Does staying in the Presidential Suite make you amazing? No respect for people." "Does he think the hotel is his house? Treating us receptionists like 24-hour servants..." Before she could finish, the phone in front of her rang abruptly. She cleared her throat and picked it up. The next second, she respectfully addressed the manager. I don't know what was said on the other end. My colleague suddenly widened her eyes and looked at me. "You're saying... send Emily to the Presidential Suite to change the sheets right now?" 2 Fifteen minutes later, I stood at the door of the Presidential Suite, bracing myself to ring the bell. Lucas answered the door wearing a bathrobe. Seeing it was me, he stepped aside to let me in. The faint sound of splashing water came from the bathroom. He led me to the bedroom. Then he sat himself down on the nearby sofa. Calmly, he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. I silently lifted the duvet. The water stain on the sheet caught my eye unexpectedly. It felt like a punch to the chest. A dull ache throbbed in my heart. He blew smoke rings, his tone carrying a hint of lazy satisfaction: "Sorry about that. My girlfriend is quite... reactive. Can't sleep without changing them." "Please hurry, she's a bit tired." I tried to maintain my composure: "Five minutes." I moved quickly, stripping the dirty linens and putting on fresh ones. When I was done, I picked up the dirty sheets, ready to leave. He suddenly approached, pinning me tightly against the edge of the bed, blocking my way. As he leaned in further, I stumbled and fell back onto the bed. The next second, I was pinned firmly beneath him, unable to move. The water in the bathroom was still running. I clenched my hands, gripping the edge of the bed, trying hard to stand up. But the strength disparity was too great; I couldn't move him an inch. I frowned, pushing against his chest, my voice low: "Your girlfriend will misunderstand. Let me up." The man's eyes were cold and sharp, his breath heavy with alcohol as it hit my ear: "After all these years, I still can't figure it out." "Why did you cheat on me with him back then?" 3 The sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly. He remained unmoved. In a panic, I bit his arm. He frowned and groaned, his grip loosening slightly. I seized the opportunity to push him away and fled with the linens. Just as the door was closing, a woman's soft voice drifted out: "You're so annoying. If you make someone change the sheets again, I'll be too embarrassed to see anyone tomorrow." "..." I couldn't hear his reply clearly. Walking down the silent corridor, my racing heart slowly calmed down. I had imagined what it would be like if we ever met again. But I never thought that three years later, he would hate me this much. It would have been better if we had never crossed paths again in this life. 4 Back at the front desk, my colleague leaned over to gossip. "Do you know who the guest in the Presidential Suite is?" It was late, and I was tired, not in the mood to chat. But she got more excited as she spoke: "I just looked him up online. He's actually the young master of the Sterling family from淮City." I said indifferently: "It's against the rules to look up guest information." "I was just curious!" "No wonder a single call from him could alert our manager even at 2 AM." She continued to share like a machine gun: "A quick search online shows the massive hundred-billion-dollar inheritance war of the Sterling family three years ago!" "This Young Master Sterling actually fell seriously ill at a critical moment back then, almost losing his inheritance rights." "He had a girlfriend at the time, his first love too. She was so opportunistic. Seeing he was about to die, she actually cheated on him at his lowest point." "The guy was still lying in the ICU, and that woman turned around and went with another man. It almost killed him back then! Luckily, he pulled through." "People online are still cursing this woman to this day. Simply devoid of conscience. She must be regretting it so much now, watching the position of Mrs. Sterling fly away just like that." "By the way, I haven't told you the most shocking part yet. Do you know who she cheated with?" My colleague's noisy voice buzzed in my ears. "Yeah, I know." She raised her voice slightly: "You know? You read the news too?" I slowly turned my head, looking calmly at her surprised expression. "I don't need to read the news." "I am that cheating first girlfriend." The expression on her face froze instantly, and she didn't recover for a long time.
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