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..."

"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?"

Listening to her random jokes, I suddenly felt very guilty and didn't know how to speak up.

"Okay, I won't tease you. I'm going out now and there's some late-night snack in the fridge if you want."

After saying that, she left the room.

That night, Grace came back very late and looked radiant.

I smelled a familiar scent of perfume on her.

Ever since that time when I plucked up the courage but failed to confess, I had been in a dilemma.

Mrs. Richter sent me WhatsApp messages every now and then, inviting me to have a coffee at a cafe.

If I refused, she threatened me to tell Grace about our relationship.

I had no choice but to satisfy her.

Fortunately, Mrs. Richter didn't really ask me to do anything outrageous. She just chatted, complained, and occasionally made the occasional off-colour joke.

In this way, I carefully maintained a delicate balance between Grace and Mrs. Richter, feeling anxious every day as if I were walking a tightrope.

One day on the way home from work, I was "intercepted" by Mrs. Richter again.

In the coffee shop, she suddenly leaned over and blew in my ear, "Darling, are you free tomorrow night? Would you like to come to my house?"

When I heard this, I almost jumped out of my chair.

Seeing my shy demeanour, she laughed at me and said, "What's wrong? We haven't been together for so long. Don't you miss me? Don't worry about Grace. I'll find a way to get her out tomorrow night."

In the evening, Grace happily told me that Mrs. Richter had given her a concert ticket and asked me to eat by myself tomorrow.

The next day after work, Grace was indeed not at home.

I hesitated at Mrs. Richter's door.

"What are you waiting for? Come in!"

As soon as I entered the door, Mrs. Richter pounced on me, pushing me against the door and embracing me.

"Darling, do you miss me?"

Hearing this title, I shivered violently.

"Don't, don't call me like that. It's not good for your husband to hear. By the way, is your husband not at home?"

"He's always abroad. Otherwise, how could I be so lonely?"

Having said that, she was about to kiss me on the lips.

Just as we were about to touch, the doorbell suddenly rang.

The person who appeared on the screen was Grace!

I immediately panicked, and what made me even more panicked was that Mrs. Richter opened the door directly!

Grace and I stared at each other.

Grace looked puzzled and asked, "Honey, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I, I..." I was awkwardly trying to think of an excuse as Mrs. Richter spoke first, "I happened to see Mr. Lancelot getting off work, so I called him over first."

"Oh, I know." Grace suddenly realized, smiling, "Mrs. Richter invited us to dinner today. I was just about to call you but you came by yourself."

Sweat came down on my forehead and I asked Grace if she hadn't gone to the concert.

Grace smiled and said, "Mrs. Richter got the time wrong. The ticket is for tomorrow."

I secretly glanced at Mrs. Richter, and she winked at me with a mischievous look in her eyes.

I finally understood. She did it on purpose! She was so audacious!

But why did she do this? It was really confusing.

While Grace went to the kitchen to help, Mrs. Richter quietly tugged at my sleeve and said, "Darling, don't be mad at me. Just kidding."

I almost gritted my teeth and warned her not to make this kind of joke again.

My heart was about to pop out of my throat.

But Mrs. Richter acted as if nothing happened, with a smirk hanging at the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, Grace came out of the bathroom, so I quickly changed my expression.

Unexpectedly, she stared straight at my lips, eyes flashing with curiosity, as if she had discovered a new continent, "Oh, Milo, why are your lips so red? They're almost the same color as Mrs. Richter's lipstick."

As she said that, she even compared it with Mrs. Richter, "Look, the color is so right!"

I was startled to hear her words and hurriedly wiped my lips.

Unexpectedly, Grace suddenly burst into laughter, "Look at how nervous you are. Just kidding!"

After saying that, she and Mrs. Richter exchanged glances and both burst into laughter.

These two women almost scared me to death.

It was really both funny and annoying.

During dinner, I gradually felt a little dizzy after a few glasses of wine.

I wanted to go home quickly, but Mrs. Richter kindly invited us to stay at her house.

I wanted to decline, but Grace said yes right away, as she had been wanting to try Mrs. Richter's luxurious bathtub.

Not long after, I fell into a deep sleep under the influence of alcohol.

I was gently awakened by Grace's tender voice the next morning.

Opening my eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings startled me for a moment before I realized where I was.

I felt a hint of embarrassment and I hurriedly urged Grace to pack up and go home.

As I turned around, I accidentally noticed a faint red mark behind Grace's ear, which was particularly eye-catching.

"What happened?" I looked at her in confusion.

Blushing, Grace lowered her head shyly and said, "What else could it be? It's your 'masterpiece' from last night! I've told you to be more restrained at someone else's place, but you didn't listen. Look, it's so embarrassing."

There was a hint of coquetry and sweetness in her words, making me momentarily dazed.

I scratched my head, but my memory was like a broken film and I couldn't piece together the fragments of last night.

I felt regretful. Could my drinking skills become so bad?

Recalling a similar experience last time, I secretly made up my mind that I should drink less when going out in the future, so as not to cause trouble.