Page 49 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

But the woman last night—her scent, the feel of her skin, the way her body wrapped around him—it was exactly the same as the woman from two years ago. He’d never been with anyone else. His body knew her, remembered every inch, every breath, every trace of her scent.

But two years ago, that woman was Esther?

The realization hit like a jolt. He sucked in a shuddering, panicked breath, snatched his phone off the nightstand, and dialed Esther.

“Where were you last night?” he asked as soon as she answered. His voice was hoarse, suspicious.

Esther froze on the other end. Panic flared in her chest. She’d drugged him, but she hadn’t gotten the chance to follow through.

If he ever found out she was behind it… she’d be ruined.

“I was at the hospital, Lorenzo,” she said sweetly, voice laced with fake concern. “Where else would I be? Why? Did something happen?”

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, letting out a sigh and dragging a hand down his face.

“You were supposed to come see me last night. Why didn’t you?” she asked with a soft pout in her tone.

“I wasn’t feeling well.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “I’ll come by later.”

He ended the call without waiting for a reply.

Tension pulled at his brows as he sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples. Something wasn’t adding up.

Who was the woman last night?

It wasn’t Esther.

Then why did it feel like… the same woman from two years ago?

Lorenzo dialed another number.

“Xander?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Drop off my clothes at the hotel,” he ordered.

“Sir, I came by earlier, but there was no one in Suite 15.”

Lorenzo frowned and walked out of the room. Opening the door, he looked at the room number. “I’m in Suite 20. How the hell did I end up here?”

“I’ll double-check with the front desk, and bring your clothes shortly.”

“Also,” Lorenzo added, his tone turning sharp, “get the footage. I want to see who came into my room last night.”

“Understood.”

Half an hour later, Xander returned with Lorenzo’s clothes. Lorenzo got dressed in the bathroom and came back into the room.

“Sir,” Xander said, stepping in, “the hotel said someone used a man’s ID and name to check into Suite 20.” He gave a nervous chuckle. “Did you, uh… sleep with—”

Xander gave a sheepish grin.

Lorenzo spun around, eyes blazing as he shot a lethal glare at Xander.

“I slept with a woman! Not a man,” he snapped coldly.

Xander grinned, nodding as he tried to suppress a laugh. “Of course, sir. Just saying what the hotel told me,” he cleared his throat, and continued. “Clearly, a fake ID and name were used. We can’t trace who booked the hotel room. The security footage is wiped clean—three hours around the incident are completely blank. Morning footage is gone too.”

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