It had been so long since Sheldon had let himself truly unwind that he ended up drinking several glasses of alcohol at the pajama party.After a night of partying, he was in exceptionally high spirits. He was so excited that he felt like greeting even a stray cat he came across.That mood stayed with him until the party ended. After escorting the last two neighbors home—both of them nearly too drunk to stand—he headed back to his own house, humming a tune.From a distance, he spotted a blurry figure standing by the front door, holding a box.It was late, and his birthday was already over. Who could possibly be here at this hour?As he drew closer and recognized the face, Sheldon's smile faded at once."What are you doing here?" he asked coldly.Caroline noticed the sudden change in his demeanor. A flicker of pain passed through her eyes, and her voice came out slightly hoarse."Sheldon, happy birthday."He didn't respond. Without even looking at her, he walked to the door, unl
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