Alastair’s arms hugged her waist. Then he buried his head into Grace’s lap. Grace just then could smell the reason Alastair didn’t want to show himself. There was not any unfamiliar scent, it was only a strong smell of alcohol.
She exhaled slowly and rested her hand on Alastair's head.
“I’m sorry, Grace, I just wanted to drink one or two, but they fooled me. They made me drink something stronger, and I got drunk, but that’s all. What you are thinking now could never happen. I love you. Please forgive me.”
Grace had various things to say, but she thought it would be better to talk to him when he gets better. She was angry, but at the same time, she knew she had no reason to be jealous. If he had betrayed her, she would have felt it. He smelled of alcohol, but that was all. He wasn't eve
