The more he thought about it, the more excited he got. Anthony even thought he could put Kennedy up to tricks that night to get even for his accusation.
He kept driving for a while. Alice raised her hand to look at the time on the clock. She had spent a full twenty minutes on the road. Why hadn’t she arrived yet?
“Do they have to travel so far for the midnight snack?” she thought.
As she pondered this, she couldn’t help but glance at Anthony and then asked, -Is the place far for the late supper?
Anthony waved his hand in denial as he drove, -No, not too far. Just up ahead and we’ll be there soon. Don’t worry. I promise to take you back in person if you were to finish too late afterwards without being harmed in any way.
The man seemed to be quite honest. Alice no longer doubted it.
After a few minutes, the car stopped. Anthony got out with Alice and then handed the key to the parking attendant. He was about to take her inside.
-Let’s go. We’re here.
Alice stood there motionless, looking around. Minutes later, her face instantly turned serious.
-Here?
Anthony didn’t discover the seriousness in her face and the watchfulness in her eyes. He nodded without thinking anything, -Of course. Here we are.
Alice closed her mouth in earnest, remaining still. Anthony turned his head curiously to look at her.
-Follow me.
-No. I quit.
At the end of speaking, Alice turned and left without hesitation, which didn’t even give Anthony time to think.
By the time Anthony concentrated, she had already walked a long distance. He hurried to catch up with her, shouting.
-My God, why did you leave? I spent almost half an hour to get us here. -Anthony stopped her in front of her and impeded her progress.
Alice looked at him with cold eyes, “You didn’t ask him anything, it’s not for a late night snack either.
She did not imagine that her thoughts were penetrated directly. Still, who was Anthony? He had become accustomed to this situation, how could he not be able to cope with it?
-Of course I invited you to drink it.
-You were coming to eat at a place like there?
Anthony nodded as if it were natural, -I always ate at a place like that as abroad …. We’re always customers there, Kennedy and I. Didn’t he mention it to you?
Alice was at a loss for a retort.
She thought of it as nature. The appearance was akin to a country bumpkin, which made Alice doubt herself.
Could it be that she misunderstood him? She arched her refined eyebrows and looked around, -What can you eat in this place?
-You don’t know anything,” Anthony smiled slightly and explained quietly, “Is this the first time you’ve been to a place like this abroad? There’s everything here, not to mention the midnight snack, even if you wanted breakfast, they can make it for you.
Alice didn’t know what to say.
Was it such a fantastic bar?
Surely the place Anthony took Alice to was a bar. It was filled with scenes of debauchery. Alice had hardly ever been to that venue.
It wasn’t because she didn’t like it. She was rarely entertained, feeling that adults needed to control themselves too.
-Let’s go now. Let me take you inside first.
As she stood there in a daze, Anthony pushed his way in. As they got in, Alice noticed that it was very clean, different from what she had imagined. Although they played very funny music, everyone, very polite, sat in their seats drinking. Unless they agreed, otherwise, there wouldn’t be the situation of them forcing themselves to show up to capture one.
-It’s not a place for everyone. -Seeing that she looked and looked back at him, Anthony also explained aloud. Those who can come here are high class. Everyone stays more conscious in the voluntary context, that no one dares to cross the boundaries.
After hearing this, Alice judged that Anthony was a veteran, who had obviously been in and out many times. Besides, he was familiar with the rules here.
As soon as she remembered what he told her, that Kennedy and he often came here before, Alice’s eyebrows furrowed.
“After Kennedy’s memory loss, he was brought to this place by Anthony. Could it be possible that he also came here to find some so-called voluntary fun?” she mused.
Thinking about it, Alice couldn’t help but ask him.
-Did you just say that Kennedy comes here frequently with you?
Anthony was surprised when he saw her refined brows furrow and got an idea of what she had mused.
As a matter of fact, Kennedy came with him once. He drank and left. Obviously, he wasn’t interested in that kind of space.
Of course, when he arrived, there were plenty of girls who came to flirt with him around him.
If it were insisted that Kennedy wasn’t interested, it would be better to say that he was scared off by the group of women.
Anthony wouldn’t say such things to Alice, so, he denied waving his hand quickly, -Nothing to do with that. She only comes around once in a while, so don’t overthink it.
He stopped talking much about Alice’s question, which gave Alice a feeling that the more effort he made to disguise himself, the more he discovered himself.
It seemed that Kennedy came here often indeed. Anthony was sheltering him.
Alice felt very uncomfortable and followed Anthony up to the second floor with a solemn expression.
-We have reserved a private room, which is not far away.
Saying so, Anthony led her to the outside of a room. He opened the door and they went inside.
As soon as they stepped inside, the pungent smell of alcohol reached her, smoking Alice, who almost became dizzy and couldn’t help but take a step back.
-What’s the matter with you? -Anthony turned his head to look at her.
-The smell of alcohol is too strong,” she wrinkled her nose, saying.
Anthony looked around the room and said with a smile, “Then I’ll open the door to dispel the smell and tell them to stop drinking. Don’t be afraid. Go in first.
He had already gone there. Alice could only follow him, frowning. As she walked, she thought, would Kennedy really come to this place?
This was a man who was misophobic, who paid so much attention to personal hygiene. Would he come to a place as messy as there?
When they noticed the one who arrived was Anthony, they didn’t pay much attention to him. Except when they saw the black-haired woman behind him, who was dressed very conservatively still and not even wearing makeup, their eyes widened.
-Fuck. Have you changed your taste, Mr. Anthony? When did you like this guy?
-Perfect. You get bored of sexy, so you bring one of purity, but …-a man was holding her chin with his hand with an erotic smile-. You don’t know if the inside is as pure as the outside?
Those words made Alice hold her place. She looked in the direction the voice came from. Just in time she saw a frivolous foreign man, sitting there, embracing a girl with a seductive figure. He spoke English. When he learned that Alice was Chinese, he believed that she could not understand what he was saying, so he chattered unscrupulously.
Anthony’s complexion changed. He just wanted to test Kennedy, but not to have anything to do with his wife. Otherwise … he would be the one down on his luck.
So he immediately denied.
-What nonsense? It’s Kennedy’s.