Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 1822

He raised his head to look at me. His gaze switched from confusion to anger. "Who are you? Why did you pour water over me?"

The man stood up from the ground. He looked down at his soaked body and was furious.

I stared at him defensively. "It was the staff member here who called me to come over. You weren't sober just now and touched me. I just wanted you to wake up quickly."

He frowned and pointed at me. "I don't know you. Why would the staff member call you? I think you broke in on your own!"

"I broke in? For what?"

He scrutinized me, and there was some clarity in his gaze. "I know, you must be a fan. You know who my best bud is. That's why you came here while I was drunk. You took my phone and called my buddy to fulfill your fantasy as a fan, didn’t you?!"

I tilted my head, feeling lost. "I'm not a fan, and I don’t know who your buddy is."

Just then, another man came in from outside.

I looked closely. Was it actually him?

"And you said you don't know him. It’s obvious enough that you called my buddy here. Bud, she’s your

fan." The man stepped forward.

"I'm not," I denied.

"You..."

The man wanted to say something else but was interrupted by the person who had just arrived. "She really isn't."

"You know each other?"

"Madam Grant, we meet again."

Drover walked toward me with a smile on his face. He turned his head and glanced at his friend. "Marius, this is Madam Grant."

Then, he looked at me again. "Madam Grant, I'm sorry. This is my friend, Marius Klein. He's caused you trouble."

"It's okay." I waved my hand.

Now, it was Marius' turn to be confused. He scratched his head. "What the heck is going on?"

"Let’s find a place so that we can talk about what happened."