Angeline went straight into the lounge of room 8918 through a side door. She found only Sean in the lounge.
Sean rested his head on the sofa with his eyes closed in fatigue. His glasses lay on the coffee table before him, alongside a cup of steaming tea.
In the room separated from the lounge by a glass door, the company executives Angeline saw at the airport were still celebrating. She withdrew her gaze and walked over to Sean. Before she could speak, Sean opened his eyes.
"Why are you here?"
Sean adjusted his position and massaged his temples before wearing his rimless glasses.
"Taylor had a family-related emergency and asked me to pick you up," Angeline said, bending down to offer Sean the tea.
"Are you alright? Do you need me to get you some hangover medicine?"
"I'm not hungover. It's just a severe headache."
Sean took the teacup.
"I'm sorry I couldn't return for dinner with all of you today."
"That's alright. I left after dropping off Yasmine."
Angeline sat on the sofa beside Sean.
"Hm?"
Sean looked at Angeline puzzledly.
"I still... Don't dare to confront her. I'm afraid of reminding her of her traumatic memories," Angeline said with a forced smile.
"Let's wait a bit longer."
Sean nodded as he blew gently into the teacup. He took a sip and then massaged his temples again.
He set down the cup and said, "Let's go home."
Angeline draped her coat over Sean and helped him up.
Sean glanced at Angeline's hand on his arm. He leaned toward her, pretending to be more intoxicated than he was, and leaned his weight against her.
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