After leaving Celeste behind, William came face to face with Shannon on his way back to his room.
The young lady, who was still wearing her mask, was standing in front of William's room and seemed to be waiting for him to return.
The moment their gazes met, Shannon looked closely at William's bare upper half, and for some reason, it awakened the artistic side of her.
"Lord William, what a coincidence. I was just taking a casual stroll and found you here," Shannon said. "This must be Fate at work."
William rolled his eyes at Shannon's nonsense excuse.
"Yes, it must be Fate," William replied with a smile, turning a blind eye to Shannon's sorry excuse for trying to meet him. "What can I do for you, Miss Shannon?"
"Miss Shannon sounds so distant. Just call me Shannon."
"Sorry, but I don't stick it in crazies."
"Huh?" Shannon tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean, Lord William?"
