My Wife's Murder Plan for Me

I almost gritted my teeth and warned her not to make this kind of joke again.

My heart was about to pop out of my throat.

But Mrs. Richter acted as if nothing happened, with a smirk hanging at the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, Grace came out of the bathroom, so I quickly changed my expression.

Unexpectedly, she stared straight at my lips, eyes flashing with curiosity, as if she had discovered a new continent, "Oh, Milo, why are your lips so red? They're almost the same color as Mrs. Richter's lipstick."

As she said that, she even compared it with Mrs. Richter, "Look, the color is so right!"

I was startled to hear her words and hurriedly wiped my lips.

Unexpectedly, Grace suddenly burst into laughter, "Look at how nervous you are. Just kidding!"

After saying that, she and Mrs. Richter exchanged glances and both burst into laughter.

These two women almost scared me to death.

It was really both funny and annoying.

During dinner, I gradually felt a little dizzy after a few glasses of wine.

I wanted to go home quickly, but Mrs. Richter kindly invited us to stay at her house.

I wanted to decline, but Grace said yes right away, as she had been wanting to try Mrs. Richter's luxurious bathtub.

Not long after, I fell into a deep sleep under the influence of alcohol.

I was gently awakened by Grace's tender voice the next morning.

Opening my eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings startled me for a moment before I realized where I was.

I felt a hint of embarrassment and I hurriedly urged Grace to pack up and go home.

As I turned around, I accidentally noticed a faint red mark behind Grace's ear, which was particularly eye-catching.

"What happened?" I looked at her in confusion.

Blushing, Grace lowered her head shyly and said, "What else could it be? It's your 'masterpiece' from last night! I've told you to be more restrained at someone else's place, but you didn't listen. Look, it's so embarrassing."

There was a hint of coquetry and sweetness in her words, making me momentarily dazed.

I scratched my head, but my memory was like a broken film and I couldn't piece together the fragments of last night.

I felt regretful. Could my drinking skills become so bad?

Recalling a similar experience last time, I secretly made up my mind that I should drink less when going out in the future, so as not to cause trouble.