Exhausted, she fell asleep as soon as she lay down.
...
「The next day.」
Thomas Shannon was awakened by his thirst. He woke up in a daze and struggled to sit up.
"Young Master, are you awake?" the man in black inquired from the side.
Hearing the voice, Thomas Shannon opened his eyes. Holding his forehead with one hand, he looked at the man in black. "Why are you here?"
"Young Master, you were drunk last night, and sothing happened."
"What happened?" He had little mory of what had occurred. He’d blacked out; he couldn’t rember a thing.
"Young Master, do you really not rember anything at all?"
The man in black asked again, still hoping he’d recall sothing.
Thomas Shannon’s head was throbbing, and his mood was foul. "If I rembered anything, would I need to ask you?!"
The man in black shivered and said cautiously, "Young Master, please take a look around."
Thomas Shannon looked around, his brow deeply furrowed. "Who brought to the guest room?"
"It was Raina Bell who brought you to the guest room..."
Raina Bell?
Didn’t she go on a mission last night?
"Raina Bell?"
"Yes, Young Master," the man in black said truthfully. "Last night, we received a call. The maniac told us to co to the guest room. When we arrived, we found Raina Bell passed out on the ground, and you... your clothes were almost completely removed."
Thomas Shannon lifted the thin quilt, glanced at himself, and instantly understood.
His eyes darkened. "Where’s the maniac?"
"The maniac returned to her bedroom last night..."
"And Raina Bell?"
"The maniac had us take Raina Bell away. We locked her in the dark cell last night."
"Well done."
Thomas Shannon waved his hand. "You may leave."
"Yes, Young Master."
The man in black exited the guest room and closed the door.
Thomas Shannon glanced at the floor. His shirt and trousers lay scattered haphazardly. Rubbing his temple, he thought, Raina Bell certainly has a lot of nerve!
A set of clean clothes lay on the bench at the foot of the bed. He put on the trousers and shirt, washed up in the restroom, and then left the guest room.
He went to the bedroom door, gripped the handle, and tried to turn it.
CLICK.
The lock didn’t budge. Sophie Sullivan had locked it from the inside; he couldn’t open it.
Thomas Shannon took an irritated deep breath and called a servant. "Bring the spare key."
The servant imdiately bowed. "Please wait a mont, Young Master."
Sophie Sullivan was still asleep, but the sound of Thomas Shannon entering woke her.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a gloomy-faced man standing by her bed, watching her.
Sophie Sullivan snorted and turned her back to him.
"Sophie Sullivan, don’t you have anything to say to ?"
Sophie Sullivan, who had just closed her eyes, imdiately opened them again. Does he even know what he’s saying?
Is he questioning now?
She abruptly sat up, chin tilted defiantly, and stared at Thomas Shannon. "I should be the one asking you that, Thomas Shannon. Don’t *you* have anything to say to **?"
If it weren’t for last night, he’d belong to Raina Bell by now!
And he can stand there so calmly before , at this very mont!
Sophie Sullivan felt a surge of anger building in her chest, and her gaze turned icy. "Do you know what happened last night?"
Thomas Shannon feigned ignorance. "What happened?"
Sophie Sullivan sneered. "So you really don’t know! You probably don’t even know who brought you ho last night, do you?"
"..."
"And you don’t know who helped you to the guest room, do you?"
"..."
"Furthermore, I’m sure you have no idea who painstakingly stripped you bare, intending to force the situation, do you?"
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