He glanced at the bathroom in the private room.
Lucinda walked in and in a flash, the man who had been seated on the sofa hurried into the bathroom like a gust of wind and locked the door.
He moved so swiftly that Lucinda only caught a glimpse of his back.
She found it amusing.
Feigning ignorance, she inquired, âWhereâs Nate?â
Sonny scratched his head and acted confused.
âWell, he was here just a moment ago.
Maybe I was mistaken.
He might have already left.
â
Lucinda asked, âReally? Why didnât I see him on my way here?â
âHe probably went to the bathroom in the opposite direction.
â
âIs there no bathroom in the private room?â she asked, acting surprised again.
When Nathan heard this, he held his breath.
Leaning against the door, he continued to quietly wipe away the lipstick on his face and neck.
His skin was chafed, but the lipstick stubbornly stayed on.
Damn it!
What kind of lipstick was this? It was impossible to remove.
Tomorrow, he would bankrupt the company that produced it!
As Nathan seethed with anger, he heard the sound of a doorknob of the bathroom door, followed by a knock at the door.
âThe door is locked? Are you in there, Nate?â
He remained silent and didnât dare to move an inch, afraid of being heard.
However, outside the thin glass door, Lucinda could hear his rapid breathing and the slight quivering of the door caused by his heaving back.
Was he having a panic attack?
She silently chuckled and composed herself.
Then, in a serious tone, she asked, âSonny, did Nate drink a lot tonight? Is he drunk in the bathroom?â
âWellâ¦â
She said with a serious expression, âI saw someone get drunk before.
They stuck their head in the toilet and drank the water from inside!