Chapter: 70
"Lilliana, why won't you answer me?" he demanded, his frustration mounting.
Ignoring his questions, Lilliana slid her arms around him from behind, pressing her body against his.
The next thing Alan knew, he was waking up with no memory of what had transpired.
He found himself on the study's sofa, Lilliana half-dressed and lying next to him.
As Alan stirred from his sleep, Lilliana opened her eyes. She draped her clothes around herself, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Alan, about last night..." she uttered.
Alan's memory of the previous evening was foggy at best. He glanced around the disheveled study, and a headache started to throb at his temples.
“What exactly went down last night?" he asked.
He had a nagging suspicion that Lilliana might have drugged him, yet he lacked any concrete proof.
“Alan, it's all my fault. Truly, nothing happened between us last night."
Tears started to stream down Lilliana's face, painting her as the victim.
The night had not unfolded as she had planned. Alan hadn't touched her. He had collapsed into unconsciousness.
In desperation, Lilliana had disposed of the milk, staging the scene to imply they had been intimate, all to ensure Alan would feel compelled to keep her close.
She dreaded the thought of returning to her old life.
Clinging to Alan seemed her only escape to a more secure existence.
Alan's brow creased further, and Lilliana's sobs only added to his irritation.
"Alan, I swear I won't breathe a word of this to anyone!"
Seizing the moment, Lilliana fervently vowed her silence, dramatizing her loyalty.
Alan remained silent, grabbed his clothes, and left the room without a word.
Lilliana quickly composed herself, adopting a pitiful demeanor as she faced Alan. “Alan, could you help me find another job? After what happened last night, I can't keep working at the studio."
Alan, rubbing his temples in exasperation, recognized the need to settle her elsewhere to avoid further complications.
“I'll have my assistant get in touch with you. Start packing; you need to move out soon," Alan responded.
Lilliana made no further attempts to persuade him. She watched him leave, a content smile playing on her Lips.
Once Alan was out of the house, he had someone investigate the previous night's events, skeptical of Lilliana's version of the story.