Chapter 1786
"No worries," Kevin thought to himself with a smirk. Edgar usually seemed pretty sharp, but who knew he'd be such a mess when drunk? No boss would ever promote someone this unreliable.
As Edgar's mouth moved closer again, Cynthia's face darkened. "Edgar, if you keep this up, I'm gonna get really mad," she said sternly.
"Mad?" Edgar blinked, then poured himself another drink, belching loudly. "Sweetheart, this one's for you. You gotta drink it, or else you're disrespecting me."
"Edgar, you're drunk," Cynthia said, grabbing his hand and taking the glass away. She suppressed her anger and tried to stay calm. "Let me help you to bed."
"I'm not drunk! Who says I'm drunk?" Edgar slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes jump. He pointed a finger at Kevin. "Kevin, do you think I'm drunk?"
"No, definitely not," Kevin quickly replied. Who would argue with a drunk person unless they wanted trouble?
Cynthia was furious. Edgar was ruining everything. She had invited Kevin over for dinner to build a connection and lay the groundwork for future favors, but Edgar had to go and get wasted. If he said anything to upset Kevin, the whole evening would be pointless.
Suddenly, Edgar clapped Kevin on the shoulder. "Kevin, I'm not drunk, but I need to tell you something. You have to listen, whether you want to or not."
"Alright, I'm listening," Kevin said, feeling Edgar's grip tighten on his shoulder like a vice. He had no choice but to go along with it. "That day I hit you, I was wrong. But you shouldn't have taken advantage of Cynthia, right?" Edgar's breath reeked of alcohol. "Today, in front of Cynthia, I want you to tell me the truth. Did you lick her feet that day or not?" The atmosphere in the dining room froze.
"Edgar, what are you talking about?" Cynthia's face turned pale as she hurried to pull Edgar's arm. "That was a long time ago. Why bring it up now? Kevin, don't mind him. He's just being crazy."
Kevin's mind went blank. He hadn't expected Edgar to bring this up. His first instinct was to deny it, but Edgar's sharp gaze made him hesitate. Edgar was pretending to be drunk.
Kevin thought quickly. Edgar had found evidence last time, so denying it would be useless and make him look guilty. If Edgar wanted to make a fuss, he wouldn't have invited him to dinner. It couldn't be a trap, could it?
After considering it, Kevin realized Edgar's only goal was to test his relationship with Cynthia. If he denied it, Edgar would be even more suspicious. So he admitted, "I did lick her feet, Edgar. You were right to hit me. I took advantage of Cynthia."
Cynthia looked at Kevin, feeling desperate. How could Kevin be so drunk that he confessed everything under Edgar's pressure? She worried he might reveal everything they had done.
"You licked her?" Edgar's eyes narrowed as he continued to press, his hand still gripping Kevin's shoulder.
"I did," Kevin said firmly, meeting Edgar's gaze without flinching.
Cynthia's heart raced. She prepared for the worst. If Edgar got violent, she would protect Kevin at all costs.
Edgar stared at Kevin for a moment, then suddenly laughed and patted his shoulder. "So what if you licked her? Cynthia's not a stranger. You could even touch her if you wanted. We share everything, right?" Even Kevin, with his thick skin, felt embarrassed by Edgar's words. "Edgar, I wouldn't do something like that," he said quickly.
Edgar chuckled. "Do you want to get close to Cynthia?" Even though he knew Edgar might be talking nonsense, Kevin's heart pounded. Cynthia was an attractive woman, and hearing this from Edgar made it even more tempting. He wanted to say yes, just to see Edgar's reaction.
But Cynthia grabbed a bottle of whiskey and splashed it in Edgar's face. His words had crossed the line.
Edgar shivered, wiped his face, and looked at his wife in confusion. "Did you just splash me..." Then he collapsed onto the table, snoring loudly.
Cynthia threw down the bottle, fuming. "Always talking nonsense. Kevin, help me get him to bed."
Kevin quickly helped Cynthia lift Edgar and carry him to the bedroom, thinking this dinner had been a rollercoaster.
As they left the bedroom, Kevin hurriedly said goodbye to Cynthia. After Edgar's outburst, staying any longer would seem suspicious, which might have been Edgar's plan all along.
Cynthia, feeling overwhelmed, couldn't find an excuse to make Kevin stay. She sighed. "Kevin, don't take what he said to heart. I'm sorry about tonight. I just wanted to have a nice dinner, but it turned into this."
"It's okay, Cynthia. I'll be going now." Kevin smiled. Cynthia seemed sharp and strong on the surface, but Edgar still had control over her.
Suddenly, the phone rang in the bedroom. Cynthia had more to say to Kevin, so she asked him to wait in the living room while she hurried to answer it. She saw it was an unknown number and thought it might be a wrong number. Just as she was about to put the phone down, a text message came in.
"Edgar, I miss you. My pussy is so wet. Come fuck me with your big cock." The message was followed by two explicit photos of a young woman's private parts.
Cynthia's whole body trembled with rage. She had heard rumors about Edgar's affairs with young female officers at work but never had proof. Now she did.
She looked at Edgar, snoring on the bed, and felt a wave of sadness. She had organized this dinner to help Edgar advance in his career, but he still doubted her loyalty. Even though she had been intimate with Kevin, she had never let him go all the way, not wanting to betray Edgar. But now, she felt like a fool.
Kevin waited in the living room for over ten minutes, growing impatient. Just as he was about to check on Cynthia, she walked out of the bedroom. "Cynthia, do you need anything else? If not, I'll head home," he said, annoyed.
Cynthia didn't answer. She walked to the table, poured herself a full glass of whiskey, and downed it in one gulp, coughing violently.
Kevin rushed to her side, gently patting her back. "Cynthia, what's wrong?"
Cynthia shook her head, looking at Kevin with a seductive smile. "Kevin, stay and talk with me for a while, okay? I need someone to talk to."
Kevin hesitated, unsure what had happened in the bedroom. "It's late. I really should go," he said, feeling conflicted.
Cynthia felt a deep sense of failure. Edgar's betrayal was a slap in the face, shattering her self-esteem. Now even Kevin wanted to distance himself from her. She had planned to give herself to Kevin to get back at Edgar, but if Kevin didn't want her, why should she degrade herself? "Fine, you can go," she said quietly.
Kevin sensed something was off with Cynthia but thought she might be trying to manipulate him. Cynthia was too cunning, and he didn't want to fall for it. He put on his coat and shoes and left.
As the door closed, Cynthia's tears finally fell. She was filled with anger and frustration. She wanted to find a man to have wild sex with and vent her emotions, but Kevin was gone. Who else could she turn to?
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Albert, inviting her to a barbecue. Normally, she would have ignored it, but now it felt like a lifeline. Kevin didn't want her, but someone else did. She knew she was acting recklessly, but she didn't care. She just wanted to find someone to have sex with, and it didn't matter who.
Cynthia wiped her tears and replied to Albert, saying she'd be there soon.
At the barbecue joint, Albert couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Cynthia's reply. She had agreed to come.
"What's up?" Carl asked, his hand on the soft thigh of the woman next to him. "When's Cynthia coming?"
Albert checked the message again, making sure he wasn't dreaming. "She'll be here soon," he said, trying to contain his excitement.
"Really?" Carl was still skeptical. "You got Cynthia to come out?"
"See for yourself," Albert said, showing Carl the chat history with Cynthia.
"You're amazing," Carl said, his eyes widening. Thinking of Cynthia's mature, sexy figure, he suddenly lost interest in the woman next to him.
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