CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 63: THE HICKEY ON HER NECK

Victoria Sinclair placed her hands on Eugene Vaughn’s shoulders, gazing at his face with clouded eyes, obediently kissing his cheek.

Eugene’s body tensed, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling a warm breath with slightly parted lips.

Just a kiss on the cheek.

Some things only have zero times or countless times.

He leaned down and kissed her lips.

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The next day.

Victoria Sinclair slowly awoke from her slumber, rubbed her eyes, and squinted toward the balcony.

The curtains were drawn, and the bright light from outside shone through the gaps in the curtains.

This light was dazzlingly bright, not quite like morning.

She anxiously got up, picked up her phone from the bedside table, and checked the time.

Oh my God! It’s already 11:30 AM.

Why didn’t the alarm ring?

Victoria pulled the covers off and got out of bed, only to find the floor had no slippers, and she was still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

She sat quietly for a few seconds.

Her thoughts gradually became clear.

Yesterday, she went with Eugene to listen to a medical seminar and then had dinner with the hospital’s leadership.

She vaguely remembered drinking a bit at the restaurant and tiredly fell asleep on Eugene’s arm.

Then she had a blackout.

I guess I got drunk again and was brought home by Eugene.

Victoria scratched her head, covered her face, and breathed deeply, feeling annoyed.

If she behaved badly while drunk and embarrassed herself in front of him, what would she do?

With a nervous and uneasy heart, Victoria got up to get clean clothes and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

She took a shower and washed her hair.

Standing in front of the mirror blow-drying her hair, she noticed a faint red mark near her neck below her earlobe.

She reached out and touched it; it didn’t feel like a mosquito bite or itch or hurt.

Why was there a small red spot?

She didn’t think much of it!

Victoria blow-dried her hair, tied it up, put on clothes for going out, and left the room.

Outside the living room, it was as clean and tidy as always.

The difference was that her chores were completely done, and there was a breakfast on the dining table.

Obviously, Eugene didn’t expect her to sleep until noon and only made her breakfast.

Victoria wasn’t picky about food; she ate the egg sandwich and boiled broccoli on the table and washed the dishes clean.

She took two oranges from the fridge, put them in her backpack, and headed out.

She returned to the pharmaceutical institute a little after one in the afternoon.

Angela Austin and other staff were all napping.

Victoria entered the office and inadvertently woke Angela from her nap.

Angela got up from the recliner, looking at her with sleepy eyes, "Victoria, why didn’t you come in the morning? Did something happen?"

"I drank too much last night and only woke up at noon," Victoria put down her backpack, took two oranges out, placed one on the desk, and tossed the other to Angela.

Angela caught the orange, got up from the recliner, and walked towards her, peeling the orange, "How did the business talks go?"

Victoria beamed, her expression vibrant and radiant, "We, at Healthy Bio, made quite an impression in front of many top hospital leaders. Although we didn’t seal a deal, we got a lot of opportunities."

Angela looked puzzled, leaning against her desk, "I don’t get it."

Victoria tilted her head up to look at her, "It means our medicine has a chance to enter hospitals and compete with other pharmaceutical companies, no backdoor needed, just based on merit."

Angela, with sharp eyes, noticed the red mark on her neck, furrowing her brow as she got closer, gently touching Victoria’s neck with her fingertips, "Did you get a big mosquito bite?"

Victoria froze slightly, also feeling puzzled.

"There’s no swelling!" Angela touched it, "Does it itch?"

"No itch. I saw it when I was showering this morning. I’m also curious why it turned red."

Angela suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes wide as she looked at Victoria.

Victoria was startled by her exaggerated expression, "What?"

Angela pursed her lips, with a playful smile, her tone slightly teasing, "Did you and Eugene stay up too late last night, that’s why you slept until this noon."

Victoria’s cheeks flushed slightly, muttering in displeasure, "What are you talking about?"

Angela pointed to her neck, "That’s clearly a love bite!"

Victoria’s body stiffened, her heart pounding, nervously and shyly touching her neck, "No way! You’ve never been kissed, how can you tell it’s a love bite?"

"Even though I don’t have a boyfriend, I’ve seen enough lovey-dovey short videos online," Angela pulled out her phone and searched for pictures of neck hickeys.

Victoria anxiously stood up, leaning beside her, seriously looking at them together.

These two 26-year-old women, aside from studying and working, had a plain and dull entertainment life. Although they knew what a hickey was, they’d never been kissed and were uncertain of its appearance.

It wasn’t until they saw similar pictures online that Victoria clutched her neck, panic-stricken.

Her face was flushed hot, her mind was in turmoil, at a loss as she looked at Angela.

Angela chuckled mischievously, teasing Victoria, "How does kissing feel?"

Victoria shook her head, her whole body heating up, "I don’t know, I don’t remember a thing."

Angela patted her on the back of her hand, "Ask your husband when you get home tonight."

Victoria sat in the chair, dazed with embarrassment.

Angela left, watching short videos as she walked away, dragging out her words in a sigh, "Eugene, oh! Of all things, he had to steal a kiss!"

Victoria, hearing this, shyly covered her face with both hands, closing her eyes, desperately trying to remember.

Oh my God! What important thing did she forget?

Why did she have no memory at all after getting drunk?