Exhausted, she fell asleep as soon as she lay down.
...
「The next day.」
Thomas Shannon was awakened by his thirst. He woke up in a daze and struggled to sit up.
"Young Master, are you awake?" the man in black inquired from the side.
Hearing the voice, Thomas Shannon opened his eyes. Holding his forehead with one hand, he looked at the man in black. "Why are you here?"
"Young Master, you were drunk last night, and something happened."
"What happened?" He had little memory of what had occurred. He'd blacked out; he couldn't remember a thing.
"Young Master, do you really not remember anything at all?"
The man in black asked again, still hoping he'd recall something.
Thomas Shannon's head was throbbing, and his mood was foul. "If I remembered anything, would I need to ask you?!"
The man in black shivered and said cautiously, "Young Master, please take a look around."
Thomas Shannon looked around, his brow deeply furrowed. "Who brought me to the guest room?"
