The Only Woman He Has Slept With!

Already trembling from the earlier fright, Joy's menacing look chilled me even further. Ha! That scowl – he'd been so doting at the restaurant, how come it's all changed now with me?

"Grace, are you okay?" Monica checked on me before turning to Joy, "Sorry, it was my idea to come here."

I managed a weak smile, thinking to myself, what's done is done. Who cares whose idea it was? I instructed Monica firmly, "It's fine. Let's go home."

Monica glanced awkwardly between me and Joy's stern face. "Maybe... Mr. Wilson could give Grace a ride? We've both been drinking. Can't drive."

Joy grunted coldly in response.

Relieved as if pardoned, Monica quickly made her escape.

I yelled after Monica, "Hey! Monica, are you my fair-weather friend? Hello...!"

I tried to chase after her, but Joy's long arm swiftly pulled me back, causing my head to spin as it collided with his solid frame, seeing stars from the impact.