I didn't know when Patrick had left. But, that day, I had been sitting at the door for a long time.

Until I fell asleep without realizing it.

Early the next morning, I woke up at the entrance.

The first thing I did was to open the door. But nothing was outside. Although a night had passed, I could still faintly smell the smell of alcohol.

It seemed that Patrick indeed had got drunken yesterday.

Back in the room, I wanted to call Seth, only to find a text on my mobile phone.

It was from Patrick Cowell.

The text read, "I'll let you go this time. Don't let me...