The night was deep, and the wind, biting.
Charlotte Green laid her book down for the hundred and eighth time. She couldn't focus because he hadn't returned yet.
Yes, just as she couldn't shake the habit of waking up at five in the morning, she had grown accustomed to falling asleep only after hearing the sounds of his return.
Even though she knew he had endless social engagements, and even if not, sometimes his work kept him busy until two or three in the morning, or at times he didn't come home at all, she really got used to it.
As she picked up the book and tried to read once again, suddenly, the silence of the dead night was broken by the sound of a car stopping at the door. Charlotte set down the book and a small smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Now she could sleep peacefully.
However, just as she climbed into bed without having lain down, she heard Sister Liu's voice downstairs.
"Miss Sophia, how could Mister get so drunk!"
He got drunk?!
