Hannah rose from the sofa, glancing at the drowsy Charles before leaving. Susan, still exhilarated, noticed Hannah's unsteady gait and hurried after her.

"Hannah," Susan said, taking Hannah's arm, "Are you alright?"

"A little queasy," Hannah replied. "Help me to the washroom."

Susan assisted her, commenting, "You don't know your limits! How could you get so drunk?"

Hannah, too unwell to argue, vomited upon entering the washroom. Susan patted her back until Hannah felt slightly better. Hannah washed her hands and face, then said, "Susan, do me a favor."

"What is it?" Susan asked, surprised by Hannah's serious tone.

"I'll go first, but you stay here."

"Why?" Susan protested; leaving meant missing the fun.

"Stay sober. When Charles leaves, have Jane see him home. She didn't drink much."

"Why?" Susan was bewildered.

"Don't tell anyone I asked you to do this, including Henry."

"But why?" Susan pressed.

"Just do it." Hannah offered no explanation.

"One day, I'm going to be furious with you," Susan sighed, calming herself.

"I'm leaving. Remember what I said," Hannah stated, exiting the washroom. Susan followed. Hannah stumbled, falling into a man's arms. Susan watched in surprise as Oscar focused solely on Hannah, saying, "Ms. Cooper, this time you take the initiative."

Susan was intrigued by his words. The next moment, Oscar scooped Hannah into his arms and carried her away. Susan watched their retreating figures, thinking Oscar looked like a charming boyfriend.

A realization struck Susan. How could she let Oscar carry Hannah away? She could be in danger. Yet, Hannah hadn't resisted. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't have, no matter how drunk; Hannah was self-disciplined and controlled. ‘Perhaps she acquiesced.’ Susan sighed, humming, "Let her go, let her go, can't hold her back anymore…"

Oscar carried Hannah to his car. The driver began driving. Hannah remained in Oscar's arms, offering no resistance. Her stomach was upset and her head swam, but Oscar's embrace surprisingly provided a sense of security. Tonight, she would expose Charles's true nature. She closed her eyes and drifted off. Images from her past and present life intertwined. She seemed to hear whispers: "Since you don't answer, does it mean you're coming with me?" "Don't throw up on me…" "Will you change it yourself, or do you want me to help you?" "Hannah, I'm not a decent gentleman." "When I'm with you, I'm not…"

Hannah felt dazed throughout the night. She didn't recall falling asleep. The next morning, she awoke to an unfamiliar scene. 'Where am I?!' she thought, sitting up in a large bed, surrounded by strange, unfamiliar surroundings. As she tried to compose herself, she saw Oscar emerging from the bathroom, only a bath towel around his waist, water dripping from his body and hair. He was undeniably attractive, but this was an appalling situation! She was in bed...

"Ah!" Hannah screamed.

Never in this life, nor in her previous thirty years, had she lost control like this. Even when Charles stabbed her, she hadn't succumbed to such panic. The sight before her was utterly shocking. Her screams echoed. Oscar remained unfazed, watching her with interest.

"Why am I here?"

"Ms. Cooper came with me last night."

"I was drunk!" She remembered leaving the club with Oscar. She had trusted him implicitly. Now she realized her folly. Oscar was a womanizer, incapable of bringing a woman home without acting on his desires. He probably didn't consider it a significant event; it was likely commonplace for him. But for Hannah, even in her past marriage, she'd never willingly slept with another.

"What's on your mind?" Oscar asked, arms crossed, a smile playing on his lips.

"Nothing!" Hannah retorted fiercely, trying to convince herself she'd slept with a stranger, since she couldn't remember anything.

"Really?" Oscar approached the bed.

Hannah's heart pounded. She was wary of the almost-naked man approaching. He climbed onto the bed, moving closer. Hannah couldn't retreat. She reached out to stop him, wanting him to keep his distance. Her fingers brushed against his firm chest. She recoiled. She watched, unable to resist his dominance, as Oscar leaned closer. Hannah closed her eyes.