Chapter 62

The food he'd brought was from the same restaurant Zachary and Natasha had eaten at the last time. Natasha began, sitting across from him, "Mr. Foster, I'm not sure why you're at my house, but... I'm sorry. I honestly don't remember anything from last night." She usually had a strong tolerance for alcohol, so why had she ended up blacking out last night? "Oh? So, are you planning to walk away without taking responsibility, Ms. Bradley?" He sat there looking completely calm as he fired back. But the word "responsibility" was too ambiguous. Natasha immediately pictured some inappropriate scenes in her mind. Sure, she'd always remained untouched, but she wasn't desperate enough to go that far. "What exactly did I do yesterday that I need to take responsibility for?" she asked. Zachary gestured for her to sit properly, then asked, "You really don't remember?" Natasha's face turned pale as she shook her head. "Not even a little? You—" She quickly cut him off because he was about