The inside of the car was warm, the driver had switched on the light.
Sylvan Cheney also got into the car.
"Drive," commanded Sylvan, mildly furrowing his eyebrows.
Drinking too much indeed makes your head hurt quite a lot.
There was even a vague feeling of fatigue, after he got into the car, he lent back on the seat, supporting his forehead with one hand.
"Mr. Cheney, are you feeling a bit unwell? I have some candy made by our family's nanny here. It's really effective if you take it after drinking, I like to have it with me," said Joan Harry.
As she spoke, Joan took out a bottle of colourful candy from her purse.
She poured one into her hand and handed it to Sylvan.
Jean's eyes sparkled as she watched Sylvan.
"Thank you," Sylvan accepted it.
Joan poured out a yellow candy for herself.
