"But..." Grace Yowell still wanted to say something, but Daniel Harris said, "Grace, don't make it difficult for me."
Grace bit her lip, finally forcing a smile, "Alright, I won't disturb you tonight."
Daniel walked out of the Tavern, and the cold wind outside made him a bit more sober.
He knew he lost control tonight, that the slight drunkenness led him to act on impulse. Yet inexplicably, he didn't regret this loss of control.
On his lips, it was as if the soft touch of her skin still lingered, making him feel an inexplicable attachment.
Mabel Quinn, this woman left him at a loss, without a clue on how to proceed.
The driver was already waiting outside, and Daniel said to the driver, "Let's go back to the Harris Estate."
"Yes." The driver respectfully opened the car door for Daniel.
Shortly after getting in the car, a phone rang from Daniel's jacket. He was startled; it was Mabel's phone ringing. The incoming call displayed a single character: "Kinston."
