Being alone in such a large estate was particularly dull, and Claudia Ross left for a drive after finishing lunch.
She returned to her own apartment, wanting to see if she had left anything behind.
As she opened the door, she immediately saw Mark Reed sprawled on the couch with clothes strewn all about, and numerous empty beer bottles littered on the floor.
The weather was cold, no windows were open, and a rich smell of alcohol assaulted her senses.
In her memory, Mark hardly ever drank.
Had he been hiding here, drowning his sorrows alone these past few days?
Claudia Ross was consumed with guilt.
She walked over quickly and tapped Mark Reed on the shoulder, "Mark, Mark..."
"Mmm..." Mark Reed rubbed his aching, hungover head and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Claudia Ross, he stared at her blankly, "I thought you would never come back..."
His hoarse voice was filled with desolation.
Claudia's heart ached, and her eyes turned red all at once.