Caroline Edwin and Blake Fuller walked to the sofa and sat down, distinctly smelling the aroma of alcohol in the air.
Upon seeing their arrival, Smollett Turner poured himself another glass of wine and guzzled it down.
He was feeling gloomy, "Actually, I didn't want to disturb you late at night, but I'd go mad if I didn't talk to someone."
Smollett put his wine glass on the table, raised his hand to scratch his head irritably, leaned back, and languidly sprawled on the sofa.
Caroline raised her eyebrows, keenly sensing the presence of a shadow demon's aura on Smollett—it must have clung to him due to prolonged exposure.
She parted her red lips and said, "Is everything not going well at home? You can share whatever troubles you have. Perhaps discussing it could unexpectedly solve the problem."
Hearing this, Smollett sighed.
