"What is going on in here?"

Terence asked, with his voice sounding so indifferent, as he walked up toward them.

The fact of the matter was that he had only been gone for a mere five minutes. The waterproof lipstick on his face turned out being a bit arduous to wash off, so it took him quite some time.

He saw Bonnie standing there quivering like a nervous horse. Her face was covered all over with chili oil, and the same went for her white dress. Upon a closer inspection, there seemed to be a disgusting fingerprint stain on it.

When he turned around to check on Carla, he could clearly see a red cross on her tiny and flawless face, though it looked much better than Bonnie's case.

It was so easy for him to read the air after noticing that Carla's hands were stained with chili oil.

There was only one plausible explanation, starting with that Bonnie must have started it all. He was already so sure of it the minute he saw Carla.

"Terence, where is she? I'm going to kill that bitch! I swear I'm going to kill her! Mark my words! I will!"

Bonnie cried out as her face was still stinging due to the heat from the chili oil.

A waiter had quickly fetched a basin of water and handed her a towel to rinse and wipe the oil off of her face, but she just furiously drove him away.

"Bring me all the chili oil in your restaurant this instant! Bring it to me now! I'll pour it all over her! I'll let her know what it tastes like and what it feels like!"

Bonnie bellowed so loud that it almost echoed throughout the entire restaurant. From the looks of it, it seemed that she had already lost it. All she could think of now was how to get revenge. A woman of her status would never in her life let someone like Carla simply walk away without paying for what sh

Carla, trying to act confused, asked tepidly, raising her eyebrows and watching as Terence painstakingly cleaned her fingernails.

"Shhh! It's going to hurt if you let the chili oil stay in contact with your skin for too long. Just stay still and let me clean it first, okay?" Terence said, with his brows deeply furrowed. A few minutes later, he realized that the tissue wouldn't be enough to clear it all off.

Right then and there, he pulled out a pocket square from his jacket and carried on carefully wiping her hands with it.

Watching as all of this transpired, all of the onlookers, as anyone might expect, were left dumbfounded and at a clear loss for words.

Just what the hell was happening here? Who was that mysterious girl?

Why would he leave his fiancée—who was obviously in so much pain due to getting chili oil smeared on her face—on the hands of others, while he decided to stay in the restaurant just to clean off a bit of chili oil that got onto another woman's hands? What was her relationship with Mr. Terence An? Could she possibly be a mistress?

Why was he being so kind and considerate to her? He had been treating her so tenderly this whole time.