Chapter 2: Weird Customer

When I woke up it was eight o'clock in the morning, my head ached and when I raised my hand to massage my neck, the pain continued to come.

Following a conditioned reflex, I quickly jumped out of bed, pulled my collar, and looked in the mirror.

The very realistic bite marks had turned purple and the hickeys helped me quickly remember what happened last night.

Oh my God, I and a drunk man dragged each other into a dark corner and fondled each other.

I'm sure I was wrong, someone like Ryan would never set foot in those cheap, run-down, popular pubs.

“Alisa, wake up and have breakfast.”

The knock on the door and Anthony's voice startled me. I quickly rebuttoned my shirt, smoothed my short hair, and ran to open the door for him.

“Last night... I don't remember anything.” I smiled wryly.

“From now on, don't drink with Mary anymore. I've cooked porridge in the kitchen, you eat it. I'll go home.”

I originally intended to ask Anthony to stay and have breakfast with me, but he looked like he was in a hurry, so I stopped.

After seeing him off, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, then ladled porridge into a bowl and ate little by little.

Anthony's cooking skills are very good, he has the qualities of a dutiful wife. Just wrap him in an apron and you'll have a delicious meal.

Today, I started working the evening shift. I will go to the department store at two o'clock in the afternoon, so I don't worry too much about my health. I have a lot of hours to sleep. I didn't get a part-time job today.

Yesterday, because I was busy distributing stacks of leaflets, I was late to attend Mary's birthday.

While enjoying a bowl of meat and mushroom porridge, the phone rang. Seeing Mary's name displayed on the screen, I immediately picked up the phone.

“Sister, talk to my brother, he's cut off my pocket money this month, how can I survive?”

She cried while talking, making me confused. I didn't know what she had done to make Anthony angry.

I asked for the reason and when I found out the reason, I was even angrier than Anthony.

She told her group of friends that she had an older sister who had a very good tolerance for alcohol, could drink several bottles of wine without getting drunk, and even bet money on my tolerance. As a result, she lost all her wallet.

“Mary, I can drink a lot of wine but I can't drink wine mixed with many different types of wine. I won't beg your brother for you. You should take responsibility for what you do.”

After speaking, I hung up and continued eating. No wonder I got drunk so quickly, had an upset stomach, and was extremely nauseous.

I have drank many types of wine, but I am not an expert in enjoying wine to be able to distinguish the differences in that glass of wine.

Because of those three glasses of wine, I did terrible things to a strange man.

I retract my vow before passing out, I will still drink wine, a luxurious drink for both rich and poor.

In the afternoon, I changed into my uniform and went to the department store to change shifts for the morning shift employees.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was still sunny, few customers were coming in or out, not bustling.

“Oh, so handsome.” The cashier standing next to me praised.

I followed her eyes and discovered a tall man, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, white skin, wearing a tight black suit, extremely elegant.

The important thing is that that face is very familiar, like the guy who kissed and groped me last night.

No, not that guy but the man who was my husband a year ago, Ryan.

Why did he go to the department store? I mean, why did he come into the department store where I work? Could he smell me?

It's probably just a coincidence, this man and I haven't seen each other for a year.

I quickly bent down, took the mask, and put it on, then coughed a few times.

The department store has a regulation that employees with colds or coughs must wear masks to work.

“Since when did you get a cold?” The colleague next to me looked at me in shock.

“Just a second ago.” I answered.

Seeing Ryan walking straight towards me, I quickly told the girl next to me that I had a stomachache and needed to go to the bathroom and then ran away.

I'm afraid he will discover me through my voice and expose my lies in front of the employees and managers and I will be fired because of my unclean past.

That's a black mark that shouldn't be added to my resume.

After sitting in the bathroom reciting poetry for about fifteen minutes, I came back out.

Usually, customers who visit a department store will make a quick purchase and then leave. If it takes a long time, it will take about ten minutes at most.

Poor me, when I walked out, Ryan was still wandering around the department store.

I didn't know what he was looking for as he looked around the shelves.

Seeing him looking towards me, I immediately ran to the next shelf to hide, pretending to rearrange the goods while observing his movements.

This job is one of my bread and butter, I cannot lose it.

It seemed Ryan couldn't find what he was looking for, he continued walking toward me.

I put down the bag of cookies and quickly ran to another shelf.

What does this guy need to buy? Just ask the staff and they'll show him, why waste his time and make me hide like that?

Finally, I was so tired that I walked back to the cashier and stood up straight.

A miracle happened, Ryan didn't continue looking but walked straight toward me, and stood right in front of me, staring at me.

I wonder if he wants to buy the mask I'm wearing. Look at the shelf on the left and he can see it.

“Can't find the item you want to buy? What do you need to buy?” The cashier standing next to me quickly spoke up.

Ryan's eyes were still glued to me, but his hand was reaching out, picking up a box and giving it to me, asking me to calculate the price.

I looked at the box with wide eyes and quickly took it, scanned the barcode, and printed the receipt.

Turns out he was looking for condoms, no wonder he didn't dare ask anyone. This man seems to have a very rich sex life. He is addicted to sex but is still shy.

For the past year, I haven't even hugged or kissed any man. Because last night I was too drunk, that's why that happened.

While I was a little sad inside, Ryan's next action made my sadness turn into horror. He opened the box, took out a condom, tore open the shell, and pulled out the product inside.

Not only me, but the staff standing nearby also opened their mouths and rolled their eyes.

“Oh, customer, you cannot use the product here. You should take it home.” A female employee quickly spoke up to stop Ryan.

“What's up? I want to eat it.” Ryan frowned at the girl who had just stopped him and asked in an annoyed voice.

I felt cold down my spine and my legs became weak. Eat? What did he just say? Is he going to eat condoms? Can this be eaten?

I guess Ryan has mental problems. But how is he still holding the position of president of the Southern corporation?