A tense silence had settled in the room as Charlie stood wide-eyed at the scene in front of him. He could hardly believe his eyes.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After a few moments of stunned and confused silence, he turned around and walked outside before shutting the door behind him.
Amanda's face burned with embarrassment. She turned to Rufus and said, "What do we do now, Rufus? My father saw us..."
Her voice dropped in a seductive tone and she looked at him through half-lidded eyes. Any man in the right mind would find her tantalizing.
However, Rufus's mind was in a place very far from the alluring sight in front of him. His face darkened as he remained silent.
'How was Charlie able to enter the room?' he wondered thoughtfully.
As a matter of fact, what he didn't know was that it was a carefully orchestrated plan by none other than Amanda. She had secretly left the door unlocked, and after finding the right moment, she sent a message to her father asking him to come straight inside using Rufus's phone.
At the moment, Rufus's angry face was putting a damper to Amanda's mood. However, she brightened up when she thought of the success of her plan. Her father had seen her and Rufus. There was no way he would just let things be as they were. A thrill ran through her as she thought of a wedding that would not be far off.
Rufus sat up and wrapped the thin quilt around his body. He stood up and walked to the rest room to get changed without so much as a word.
When he walked out, Amanda had already put her clothes on. She peeked at him coyly, her face still dusted in red.
She turned her eyes to look outside and then looked back to Rufus, giving off an air of hesitation. She asked in a low voice, "Should I ask my father to come in?"
Her face turned even redder after she had uttered the words.
Rufus gave her no reply and proceeded to open the door. Charlie was standing outside. The older was staring blankly at nothing, as if he had not yet fully processed the earlier scene.
He snapped back to himself immediately when he noticed Rufus's presence. Charlie walked over to him, pausing just as he was beside the young man to meet his eyes and pat him on the shoulder. Then he walked inside the room.
The incidents from last night were slowly becoming less and less hazy to Rufus, and he began to piece the images together. However, there were plenty of blind spots that he could not recall no matter how much he tried.
He remembered that sending Amanda away, so how was it possible that she was with him in the same room, on the same bed even, when morning came?
Whatever drug he had taken was too strong. It was messing with his head.
Amanda sat down beside Charlie with her head lowered. A smile broke on Charlie's face. At this, Rufus found it impossible to try explaining.
Everyone was well aware how much Charlie adored his beloved daughter. If Rufus told him the truth about the scene his saw and that his daughter drugged him, he would surely turn out to be the bad person. Charlie would never be able to believe that his precious daughter would be capable of doing such acts. Rufus would be at a disadvantage with the father and daughter's relationship. He would be painted as a liar.
"When is the wedding, Rufus?"
Charlie didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
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