Mrs. Richter looked at me and laughed even more happily, "You're not so drunk that you can't remember who you were intimate with last night, are you?"
Just as I was about to ask further, Grace came out with a plate in her hand.
Seeing us still standing at the door, she asked in confusion, "Milo, what are you still doing there? Why don't you invite Mrs. Richter in to sit?"
I had to swallow my question back.
In the living room, Mrs. Richter was chatting and laughing with Grace as usual, but I was on pins and needles.
After finishing the pastries, I said I had something to deal with at the company and left in a hurry.
"Wait! Your tie!" Grace stopped me and complained, "Why are you still so absent-minded?"
Suddenly, Grace stared strangely at my chin, "Honey, why is it so red here?"
Mrs. Richter interjected at the right time, "It's probably mosquito bites. I've been bitten many times too."
I blushed and quickly made an excuse to escape from home.
When I arrived at the office, my heart was still pounding, and my mind was filled with the mess from last night.
What happened last night? I seemed to have some impressions, but when I tried to think carefully, I couldn't remember anything.
My mobile phone dinged, scaring me so much that I almost jumped out of my chair.
A WhatsApp message from 'Sweetie' came, [Darling, remember to come to the Night Cat Cafe on Spring Road after work. Let's have a chat."
It also included a selfie of Mrs. Richter, looking charming and alluring.
My heart skipped a beat and I almost dropped my phone.
Mrs. Richter? When did she add me on WhatsApp? Was it last night? But I had no impression at all.
I quickly placed my phone on the table and looked around cautiously, afraid that my colleagues would notice something was wrong with me.
I had been on edge all day. I felt as if there was a time bomb in my phone that I dared not touch.
For the first time, I wanted to slow down time and not leave work so soon.
But unfortunately, overtime also passed quickly.
I couldn't always avoid her, so I forced myself into the cafe.
Mrs. Richter was already sitting there, leisurely drinking coffee in a good mood.
"What's wrong with you? Didn't we have a good conversation last night?" I was a little confused by her words.
"I really don't remember what happened last night..."