Chapter 117
"I—Imaginary wife?!" Henry was shocked. He didn’t remember this part during his drunken stupor. He remembered that Michael brought another woman who was supposed to look like Kate, though he doubted that woman was similar to Kate in any way.
Because if she did, then Henry would be fooled and wouldn’t hesitate to do it with that woman.
And he definitely didn’t remember ever creating an imaginary wife.
"Are you messing with me because I was piss drunk last night, Michael?" Henry accused.
"I wish, Sir," Michael replied. "I brought you one of the women that you had a short relationship with named Lydia March. Though she’s not 100% similar to Mrs. Woods, at least she’s a redhead."
Michael tried to recall everything that happened last night, adding, "She said that you demand her to play pretend. You want her to be Katherine Grant, or Kate. Your wife and the love of your life."
"I... I did that?" Henry couldn’t believe it, but then again, he knew he kept thinking about Kate when he was drunk, so maybe he did.
"Yes, you’re fooling yourself just so you can sleep with another woman," Michael snarked. "Honestly, this is so pathetic, Henry. I can’t believe you can be this desperate for a woman."
"S—Shut up, Michael!" Henry snapped. "And why did you suggest such a crazy idea anyway? You know I’m drunk, of course I can’t make a logical judgment!"