Daniel yelled angrily, “I know you’re confused. Come over and take a look at what I’ve become. After that, we can speak.
Doris was bewildered.
What has he become? Did he grow three heads and six arms overnight?
Daniel hung up.
She was compelled to tell the driver, “Can you take me to the Struyria Banquet?”
“Sure.”
The driver made a U-turn at the intersection.
Ten minutes later, the cab stopped in front of the Struyria Banquet.
Before getting out of the cab, Doris paid the fare with her phone.
She grabbed her handbag and swiftly headed to the Tea Room on the first floor.
Daniel sat in silence at the table by the window. He dressed in a light gray suit and gave off a tidy, gentlemanly appearance.
She approached him and was about to occupy the seat across from him.
She saw the white bandage covering his forehead at this point. Startled, she wondered, “Mr. Daniel, what happened? Are you hurt?”
Daniel rebuked the woman angrily, “How dare you ask me that? It’s one thing for you to hit me, but you have the nerve to accuse me of harassing you?”
Doris was taken aback. She scowled and exclaimed, “What!? What do you mean by that? I hit you and wrongly accused you. What did I do to you?”
“What did you do to me? Can’t you remember what you have done?” Daniel was furious.
After pausing for a moment, she inquired, “Did…something happen last night after I got wasted?”
Daniel huffed indignantly, “Think harder! Tell me, do you think I’m the kind of man who would harass a woman?”
“Wait a second!”
Doris tapped her forehead and recalled, “I drank too much last night. Then you helped me upstairs.”
“Yes, then what?”
“And then…”
“Keep going. If you can’t remember it, I’ll die of grievance!”
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