By coincidence, at this moment, he was reviewing a plan, not yet asleep.
Again, by coincidence, Sandra Smith was lying on the sofa pouring drinks under the light, like a drunkard.
"Who's it?" Sandra seeing Charles go to the door and look through the peephole, noticed he seemed to have no intentions of opening it.
"Your ex-boyfriend," Charles answered her.
The hand Sandra held her wineglass with paused in mid-air.
She looked at Charles and twisted her mouth into a grimace: "Should I open it?"
"Do you want me to?"
Sandra gave a resounding shake of her head.
"That's fine then, no skin off my back," Charles ignored the noise of knocking on the door, his hands crossed over his chest as he leaned on the doorframe, looking at Sandra.
Sandra thought for a moment: "What if I promised you myself?"
Charles: Here we go again…
"I took it lightly the first time you said it, but you still talk about it now. Do you have some ulterior motives, Sandra?"
