I could smell alcohol coming from Sean Matthews, and he seemed to have had quite a few drinks.
However, Sean Matthews does not seem to be intoxicated, making the situation even more tense and increasing the risk.
"Mr. Matthews, are you... In a bad mood? Do you want me to pour you a cup of honey water..." before I finished, I stuck in my throat .
"Are you trying to keep anything from me that you've done? Give you a chance." It seemed to me that Sean Matthews was discussing the weather with me despite the fact that his countenance did not show any signs of excitement or passion.
However, due to the low air pressure, I still find it difficult to breathe.
My anxious blood will start to flow again.
What chance?
"I... had previously met Ceres Taylor, but I did not stay for dinner. I haven’t been in touch until now." I said.
"No?"
I'm astonished. Anything else?
"If I say it, you won’t be able to get out of the cellar."