The next day, Milton Bryce was awakened by a painful moaning.
The sound came from the room next door, and instinctively he let his imagination go wild, thinking: Aaron Ray probably drank too much yesterday as well. Heh... could this be that drunken kind of what?
Milton Bryce sat up with a mischievous grin on his face.
-- Little Goldfish likes Aaron Ray, that's beyond doubt, but Aaron Ray has always been indifferent. So, is this her wish come true now?
He couldn't help but feel a mischievous urge, tiptoeing out of bed, and walked over to the door of the next room, leaning close to listen.
Not long after, he felt something wasn't quite right; seemingly... not what he was imagining?
The smile on Milton Bryce's face disappeared. With a puzzled look, he reached out to push the door open, and when he saw the scene inside, his eyes widened. He rushed in, asking, "How did it turn out like this?!"
