When I came back, Carol was already asleep. And there was another middle-aged nurse Samson hired. She greeted me and I left the hospital.
Then I went back to the villa.
It was early morning when I returned. Feeling sleepy, I went to bed directly.
Dimly, I was woken up by the strong smell of cigarettes. It was Samson.
I didn’t know when he came back but saw the room full of thick smoke. He must have taken a lot.
"There you back," I said to him.
He never smoked but now he may be bothered by something.
He kept silent so I had to open the window for ventilation.
Suddenly he violently hugged me when I passed by.
"Samson Finn!" I struggled for a few times.
Then I calmed down, "Did you drink?" I asked.
"Don't you hate me?" He suddenly made me a little confused, looked haggard.
"Hate!" I replied, trying again but failed.
I looked at him, "Samson, what's wrong with you?"
"Will you take it back?" He looked a little blurred perhaps due to the affection of alcohol.