I was suddenly dumbfounded and an incredible thought came to mind. Could the person from last night be...?!
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.