Last night, he drank a lot, got completely drunk, but his memory was clear. He remembered exactly when he left the Shaw Residence, drove here alone, what he said to Aldana Candi, and what he did, all perfectly clear.
He just couldn't control his own body.
It was as if someone else had taken over control of his body, and that person had their own will.
Philip Shaw held Aldana Candi as they slept for a while, and only when he really couldn't sleep did he release her and climb out of bed.
He went into the bathroom to take a shower, then slowly and carefully changed his clothes.
By the time he was ready, Aldana Candi woke up slowly.
She saw Philip Shaw standing not far away, dressed impeccably in a handmade white shirt, looking radiant and annoyingly smug.
Her waist was in terrible pain; the drunken Philip Shaw had been utterly reckless with his strength, and the hard floor had left her sore all over.
