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    Grace doesn’t remember how Otto took her out of the bar.

    Her memory starts after she vomited.

    After vomiting, she felt a little better and her mind cleared up.

    She took the water handed to her by the person next to her, rinsed her mouth, and stood up saying, “Oh my god, I feel a little better now.”

    Otto was standing next to her, leaning against the car.

    He lit a cigarette and unbuttoned two buttons on his collar.

    He spoke in a low voice, “As soon as you’re sober, go in quickly. I have to leave too.”

    The night was a little chilly, and Otto’s body heat had decreased significantly.

    But he still felt uncomfortable.

    Grace was startled and jumped up, “Otto? What are you doing here?”

    Otto frowned and took a puff of his cigarette, “It wasn’t me. You don’t know who you were with just now.”

    Grace slowly stood up straight and looked around.

    She was already at the door of her own home.

    She stared at Otto and asked, “So, did you go to the bar just now? Did you take me out?”

    Otto didn’t say anything.

    He had intended to have the driver take Grace back, but she was so drunk that the driver didn’t know what to do.

    So he had to come himself.

    Grace suddenly laughed and slowly approached Otto, leaning against his body.

    “What, do you want to have a fling too?”

    Otto caught on quickly and stared at Grace’s eyes, “Too?”

    Grace smiled seductively and looked a little enticing.

    Otto had already taken off his coat and was wearing a white shirt and pants.

    Grace was never this bold before.

    She lowered her head and hooked her fingers around Otto’s belt, speaking in a soft voice, “You ruined my fling. What should I do now?”

    As she spoke, she pulled out the hem of Otto’s shirt.

    Otto quickly grabbed her mischievous hand and his eyes darkened.

    He felt the alcohol he had just drunk suddenly hit him.

    The burning sensation that had been suppressed by the cold wind suddenly doubled.

    He took a deep breath and stared at Grace, “Grace, do you know what you’re doing?”Grace giggled, “I know, don’t you know?”

    Otto laughed after a while and put out the cigarette he had barely smoked, then pinched Grace’s chin with his other hand.

    “Are you looking for a man to go out with today?”

    Grace looked at Otto up close, and the resentment in her heart rose again.

    She had liked this man for a long time, but he had run away even though they were married.

    She decided to take action and pecked Otto’s lips, “Yes, otherwise what else would I do?”

    As soon as she finished speaking, Otto made a move.

    He bent over, took Grace horizontally and said, “That’s great, you’re delivering yourself to me.”

    Grace screamed and quickly hugged Otto’s neck.

    Otto walked into the house with big steps.

    The door had a fingerprint lock, but fortunately, Otto’s fingerprint hadn’t been deleted by Grace yet.

    With one hand holding her, Otto unlocked the fingerprint lock and went straight into the house.

    Grace’s mind began to blur and she couldn’t remember how she ended up in the room with Otto.

    She just suddenly pressed down on Otto and asked the question she had always wanted to ask but never dared to, “Otto, did you cheat on me during our marriage?”

    Otto lay there, his eyes dark and his voice hoarse, “No.”

    Grace was satisfied and leaned down.

    However, Grace was never good at this kind of thing and failed.

    She didn’t know how to continue.

    Fortunately, Otto took control.

    They had just divorced today, was this really a good idea?

    But it seemed like they couldn’t stop now.

    Under the influence of alcohol, Grace didn’t know when she fell asleep.

    Otto was sober.

    He lay on his back, looking at the ceiling in the dark, with a tired expression.

    After a while, Grace turned over and touched his side as she used to.

    When she touched Otto, she snuggled up to him and continued to sleep.

    Otto didn’t move, but his brow furrowed little by little.

    After a while, he pushed Grace away, got up and took out his phone from his pocket. He called Mason and as soon as the call was connected, he said, “Check Keen White and see if he added anything to the bottle of alcohol he brought to the bar today.”

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