Chapter 90 A Little...

Cierra was stunned at the door, and the smile on her face froze. When she realized that Harold Bernard-Barton did not intend to see her, she suddenly felt a little helpless. She hesitated in front of the door and didn't know what to say. She just left and waited for him to calm down. After hesitating for a while, she looked at the closed door, restrained her aggrieved and delicate voice, and turned it into sincerity. "Harold Bernard-Barton, I'm sorry. I know you're angry with me. I made you worry last night. The main thing is, I didn't know that I couldn't drink so much... I didn't mean to not tell you that I was safe. I just woke up this morning. When I woke up, I sent you a message to explain. Can you not be angry?" Harold Bernard-Barton still did not reply to her. Cierra pursed his lips and stood at the door for a while before finally turning around. She didn't go back to her room and shut her