Chloe Winston was drinking purely for a boost of courage, not completely drunk, just wanting to indulge a bit for once.
After all, she was only a twenty-one-year-old girl, having been too repressed in the past six months. After drinking a bottle of wine and a tense day of recording, she was exhausted and drowsy, only remembering Charles Taylor telling her, "That's it, go back and have a good rest."
She snuggled up against the soft bed, clutching a pillow, and fell asleep.
It wasn't until the blanket was lifted and she felt a bit chilly from the air conditioning in the room that she buried her head in the pillow, mumbling, "Xiao Qiu, I want to sleep."
"Yeah, you'll sleep soon." The man's voice was deep, unreadable in its mood, and he looked down at her curled-up body.
