Afterward, the series of retrospective actions that were even more difficult for Summer Fairmont to accept were also talking about himself.
Summer Fairmont didn't have the habit of caring about other people's affairs.
So after waking up, she let it go.
This time was no different.
Waking up in the abandoned whiskey warehouse of the Brunschwig Distillery, Summer Fairmont behaved as if she had never read the handwritten letter from Hieronymus.
As cold and expressionless as always.
It was just reading the beginning of a letter, then tossing it aside, how big of a deal could that be?
No one could tell from Summer Fairmont's face what she had been through the day before.
Lochindaal had an intense aura of human warmth.
Local folks often held small gatherings in the hotel's restaurant and bar.
If you liked peace and a modern living environment, this hotel would be highly unsuitable.
