Thinking about what Senior Yannis had said on the phone, he would never return to the Griffith Family. So, had he been alone all this time? Now that he's no longer the president of Griffith, what does he usually do? Staring blankly by himself? Watching TV alone? Or endlessly smoking by himself?
After all, she was the one who had torn down the advertisement for the apartment.
Or maybe, he had always come back to live here?
Cherish Turner held the key in her pocket tightly and whispered, "William Griffith, the apartment key..." She paused and lowered her voice, "Or just leave it with me. If I have time, I'll clean it for you. It won't take me much time, and you did ask me out to dinner today."
All these things were paid for by him anyway. Wasn't it simply a fair exchange?
William Griffith took a puff of his cigarette, still staring at the TV screen, and said indifferently, "As you wish."
But she hadn't noticed that he unconsciously smirked.