Chapter 804: Cannot Remember Too

The next morning, Roxanne awoke disoriented, a splitting headache gripping her. The room reeked of alcohol. As memories of the previous night slowly returned, she recalled drinking heavily at Jack's celebration party and Jack offering to take her home. That was the extent of her recollection. Logically, the room should be a mess after so much drinking, but it was impeccably clean. If not for the lingering smell of alcohol, she wouldn't have believed she was drunk the night before.

Stepping out of bed, she stumbled over her clothes strewn across the floor. The sight furrowed her brow; she felt she'd forgotten something important. Despite racking her brain, she couldn't remember anything, her headache intensifying. Finally giving up, she showered.

Emerging from the bathroom, she heard cautious knocks. Archie and Benny stood at the door, their faces etched with concern. "Mommy, how are you feeling?" they asked anxiously.

Roxanne smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine, just a slight headache." Then, a thought struck her. "How did I get home last night?"

After a quick glance between them, the boys chirped, "Mr. Farwell brought you home."

Lucian? A hint of surprise flickered in Roxanne's eyes. She only remembered Jack offering to drive her. How did Lucian end up doing so?

"When did he leave?" Roxanne pressed, unable to recall anything after the alcohol took effect.

Remembering their father's instructions, the boys replied reluctantly, "Um, he left after putting you in your room."

Relief washed over Roxanne. Thank goodness. At least he hadn't seen her at her worst. However, a lingering doubt remained. "Did someone watch over me last night?"

The question sparked interest in the boys' eyes. Thinking their mother remembered something, they stared expectantly. Contrary to their expectations, Roxanne scratched her nose and guessed, "Was it Aunt Madilyn?"

Archie and Benny's eyes darkened. They shook their heads, begrudgingly admitting, "We gave you some water and something for your hangover."

Are they saying no one else looked after me? Roxanne was as puzzled as before. The room was so clean. Did I clean it, subconsciously driven by my need for cleanliness despite being drunk? She wondered if she was imagining things, noticing the awkward expressions on their faces.

"Mommy, do you still remember how you met Mr. Farwell?" The boys, desperately maintaining their composure, steered the conversation to their burning question: how Lucian had found Roxanne. They had been itching to know all night.

Roxanne, however, was clueless. She could only manage an awkward smile. "I... I can't remember either."

She was utterly embarrassed by her adult-level lapse in memory. I must ask Jack next time I see him. Luckily, the boys didn't press further, instead focusing on her well-being.