Bedroom
"Did you... drink?"
A faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air, though not obvious, but Maya Monroe still detected it. She couldn't believe that Ian Rowe had gone out for a drink in such a short time.
What puzzled her the most was why Ian would suddenly drink.
He rarely touched alcohol; even at social gatherings, he would merely hold a glass. Given his status, there was no one who could force him to drink.
Ian was slightly startled by her words. His eyes were clear, showing no trace of drunkenness, though his voice was a bit hoarse as he spoke: "You noticed?"
He lifted his coat and took a light sniff but didn't catch the expected scent, so he chuckled softly: "You've got quite the sharp nose."
"Did it bother you?" He turned around, took off his coat, and then walked towards the door: "I'll take care of it."
"Wait!"
Maya swallowed hard, not knowing why she suddenly called him to stop.
"I mean... why did you suddenly drink?"
