"I really don't remember what happened last night..."
"Do you want to go back on your word?" Mrs. Richter rolled her eyes. "You can't change your mind after finishing something."
Mrs. Richter said that I promised last night to maintain a long-term underground relationship with her as her husband.
"Don't worry. I have such a good relationship with Grace and she won't mind."
I was going crazy. What kind of ridiculous plot was this?
The dim yellow light in the cafe created an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere.
I was in a daze, as if being pulled by some force, and failed to reject.
As soon as I got home, Grace crawled on top of me and sniffed, "What's that smell on you?"
I felt nervous and casually made up a lie, "Oh, we had a dinner gathering after the meeting today. Maybe I got other's perfume then."
I dared not look into her eyes. I hurriedly took off my coat and threw it into the washing machine, then rushed into the bathroom as if escaping.
After taking a shower, I was torn and unsure whether I should confess to Grace, "That Mrs. Richter..."
Grace spoke first, "What's wrong with Mrs. Richter? Are you interested in her? Do you need me to play matchmaker for you?"