Caroline entered her room, followed by James, who walked behind her. She was busy tidying up the bed she had just used to make love with Arthur. James took off his long black coat and hung it on the hanger. Not only that but also the white shirt as well. "I-I'll explain everything to you," Caroline said, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head facing James. James, who was now only wearing a white shirt and black trousers, began to turn his body around, returning Caroline's gaze coldly. "It was an accident," Caroline replied. "I was drunk, and he took me home. After that, I don't remember anything else," Caroline explained. "I'm sure he put something in my drink, but I failed to prevent it," Caroline said, looking at James with concern. The man standing before Caroline smiled broadly as he placed his pistol on the dressing table. James walked over to Caroline and crouched down right in front of her. His right hand reached forward, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop fa
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