Horace knocked on the door. "Brittany, it's me. Open up, please. I need to talk to you."Brittany sat on the bed, pretending not to hear him."I know you're in there. Open the door now! I'm counting to three; if you don't open it, I'm kicking it down!"The maid outside hurriedly said, "You can't just kick the door, Mr. Larson. Let's talk this out calmly!"Horace was already counting. "One...two..."Brittany stood up and opened the door.Outside, she saw Horace's tall, imposing figure. He looked rushed, wearing a black silk pajama top under a long black coat. On his feet were dark navy slippers, and he looked worn out from the day.Brittany stared at him. "What are you doing here? You're not welcome. Go back to Ida."Horace frowned. "Please, listen to me. Nothing happened between us—""How many times have you said that? If nothing happened, then what did I just see? I caught you two in bed together! Don't deny it now. If you cheated, own up to it. Don't make me lose respect for
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