Charlie River smiled and said, "Miss Fit, don't worry, the Young Master is just socializing as needed."
Cheryl Chew was still concerned, so she went into the kitchen to make hangover soup for Thomas Shannon.
10 minutes later, the hangover soup was ready, but she couldn't get Thomas Shannon's bedroom door to open no matter what she tried.
Cheryl Fit looked dejectedly at the hangover soup on the tray and, unwilling to give up, said, "Brother Shannon, I left the hangover soup at the doorway, remember to drink it later."
After putting down the tray, she turned and left.
Inside the bedroom, Thomas Shannon was wearing a black silk robe and standing on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.
Lately, his craving for cigarettes had become more intense, to the point where he could hardly be without one for a moment.
The deeper the night, the clearer his mind became, and the images he tried so hard to suppress during the daylight hours were stored deep inside his mind.
