That day, I held him tightly and refused to let go. When I woke up again, I was lying on the big bed in my only small clothes and there was a sound of running water in the bathroom.
The tall figure was cast on the frosted glass and when I was going to move, my lower body was slightly painful. My heart trembled and I quickly bent down to pick up the clothes and put them on.
I walked towards the door with my back hunched. While I was walking to the door, I paused, took out a stack of money and put it on the coffee table. I left the room decisively.
Just as I let out a sigh of relief, my father called me, "Tomorrow is your aunt, Luna's 50th birthday. I need to discuss something with Richard. Ask him to go home."
I thought for a moment and called Richard. There was a burst of laughter from the other side, "Husband, I want you to feed me! Is it that the old woman?"
Richard's low laugh came, "Be nice, just one minute."
I took a deep breath and pretended not to hear, "Richard, go back to the old house tomorrow. It's Luna's birthday and dad asked you to go home."
The sound on other side hummed, "I will prepare a gift and pick you up at six o'clock tomorrow night."