ra was genuinely wiped out. The alcohol had done a number on her, leaving her feeling drowsy and barely able to catch what Megan was saying. The car pulled up in front of her ce. Megan helped her out, and after just a few steps, they spotted Simon waiting outside theplex.


    There was a pile of cigarette butts at Simon''s feet. He knew Megan, but they weren''t exactly close. Megan greeted him politely, "Mr. Simon."


    Simon frowned at the sight of ra, clearly drunk. "Is she drunk?"


    "Yeah."


    He quickly tossed his cigarette and moved towards them. "I''ll take her inside. You can go now."


    Megan hesitated for a moment but handed ra over to him without protest. As she watched them walk away, she snapped a picture and posted it online. [Destiny has a funny way of bringing the right people together.]


    With that, she headed back to her car.


    Simon got ra to her door and was about to use her fingerprint to unlock it when he noticed her lips were red. ra felt like she''d been dropped on the ground, and wasn''t quite aware until cold water was dumped over her head.


    Simon stood there with an empty basin, looking stormy. ra frowned, now fully awake, and took a deep breath. "What''s your problem?"


    It finally hit her that she was home, sitting by the entrance. How on earth did Simon get in here? He dropped the basin, leaned down, and grabbed her cor, pulling her up.


    "What happened to your lips?" he demanded, his eyes dark and fiery.


    ra inhaled sharply, "Let go."


    "I asked, what happened to your lips?!"


    "Allergic reaction."


    "ra, I''ve known you for ages, and I''ve never heard of you having allergies. What are you allergic to?"


    "Alcohol."


    "Seriously?" Simon thought it was the most ridiculous thing. "Do you think I''m stupid? Alcohol allergy, really?"


    ra was genuinely puzzled. Was it so hard to believe she was allergic to alcohol? How else could she exin the tingling sensation?


    Simon let go abruptly, and she fell back onto the floor. Now she was really annoyed. She stood up, using the wall for support, wiped her face, and pointed to the door. "Simon, get out. You''re not wee here."


    Simon stared at her red lips and eyes still hazy from the alcohol, then asked, "Who did you meet today?"


    ra rubbed her temples, tired of his interrogation. "That is none of your business. You''re about to marry Quinn. Isn''t visiting your ex-fiancée a bit inappropriate?"


    "ra!!!" he shouted, not even sure why he was so angry. He didn''t know if she''d been ying around or just pretending now.


    He''d never seen ra like this before. He pressed his lips together and headed to the door. "Even if you don''t tell me, I''ll find out. If you''ve been seeing someone behind my back, then it''s not betrayal on my part. We''ll settle things then."


    ra was fed up and mmed the door shut. She headed straight to the bathroom, filled the tub, and began undressing. In the mirror, she finally got a good look at her lips. They were red, with a slight prickly pain.


    What was Simon so upset about? It was just an allergic reaction. She stripped down and noticed a red mark near her thigh. She paused, eyebrows furrowing.


    ra had lost her memory and didn''t remember much about her past. She had never experienced any romantic encounters. Her fingers brushed the spot, and her cheeks flushed at the thought. It was too close to a private area-what kind of mosquito could cause such a reaction?


    With no time to dwell on it, she eased into the tub, soakingfortably. Twenty minutester, she dried off and copsed into bed, Feeling rxed and warm, she hoped for a good night''s sleep.


    Meanwhile, after leaving, Simon immediately began tracking ra''s movements that night. She''d left with Dn earlier. Could it be...


    The idea was wild, but he had to consider it. He found out Dn had a business meeting at a hotel that evening and rushed over to get the security footage. He needed to know what happened to ra''s lips.


    Had they had a secret affair all along? What did that make him? His chest was tight with fury, and he was desperate to get to the hotel.


    When he got to the surveince room, he discovered that due to a staff oversight, two hours of footage were missing. The hotel manager was profusely apologetic.


    "Sorry, Mr. Ferguson. One of our staff fell asleep and identally turned off the surveince for those two hours."


    Simon''s face darkened as he mmed his fist onto a nearby table. This hotel was part of Ferguson Corporation, a top-tier ce in the Capital. All the staff were supposed to be highly trained, and yet someone fell asleep?


    "Fire them!"


    He pulled at his tie, trying to quell the fiery frustration. The manager, sweating bullets, bowed apologetically. "The employee was nning to quit anyway. He just won the lottery, and decided to leave."


    Simon took a deep breath, feeling like he''d punched a cloud. He was left with nothing but simmering frustration.