Roland looked at her and smiled without saying a word.
The two of them stared at each other for nearly five minutes. In the end, it was Samara who was defeated. "It's getting late. I should go back."
It was indeed getting late. It was already 9:30 p.m. It would take more than half an hour to go back, and more than half an hour for Samara to wash up. She might not be able to fall asleep before 11 o'clock.
Roland raised his hand and rubbed his temples. It seemed that he was really drunk. "I drank, and so did you."
He seemed to be just stating the fact. "I'll call Mr. Morton to send you back."
As Roland spoke, he paused and looked at her with a smile. "If you want to stay, I've already prepared guest room for you."
When Samara looked at him, her first reaction was that he had planned it for a long time.
But Roland was so frank that it seemed that Samara was narrow-minded to make a fuss about it.