Smelling the waft of alcohol around her, Shannon snapped out of her daze.
"Max Wenley! You were just pretending to be drunk, weren't you? Do you think this is very fun?" Shannon stood up immediately, her beautiful face filled with anger.
Max slowly opened his eyes. This was the first time he had heard her angry voice in the morning.
He got up and drank the water from the bedside table. When he turned to look at Shannon, she had already gotten out of bed.
He woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that she was lying on the ground. When he touched her gently, he realized that she was cold all over. Of course, he couldn't let her sleep on the ground any longer.
"Are you hungry? I'll call…"
"Mr. Wenley, I don't have time to entertain you. Remember what I said. Stay away from me in the future." Shannon had already gotten changed and was about to leave with her bag, not giving Max a chance to speak.
