CHAPTER 42

　　Zander caught my eye. When our gazes collided, he would have returned to the mansion.

　　"Why don't you come here? Am I ill enough to keep you away?"

　　He remained upright.

　　"No, I'll just go inside and sleep; maybe you need some alone time here," he said.

　　"No, I'm just chilling. Come on, have a beer first," he was told, and he was handed a bottle of beer.

　　"I don't drink," he explained.

　　"Really? Is there a man who doesn't drink right now?" I asked, laughing.

　　He was deafeningly quiet as he stared into the void. I knew he had no intention of speaking with me. As a result, I remained silent as well.

　　"Go to sleep, drinking isn't the solution to your problem," he told me.

　　"I don't drink because I have a problem, because I was too strong to have a problem," I explained.

　　"That's fine; all right, I'll be there," he said.

　　I'm cracking up.

　　"That's fine."