Chad Yakov snatched the wine bottle from his hand, shouted fiercely, but there was no pride in his eyes, only loneliness.
He took a hard swig of wine and slumped onto the sofa.
Muttering to himself.
"I have everything I want, I'm not stupid at all..."
"..." Charles White's pupils narrowed slightly, a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.
What did he mean by his words just now?
Charles White snapped back to reality, stepped forward, snatched the wine bottle from his hand, and threw it aside.
"Yes, I know you're impressive, impressive enough to come to a pub to get drunk. If you're really so unafraid of death, don't let the manager notify me to fetch you; get drunk here until you're sent back to the Yale Family Estate!"
Chad Yakov's words made sense to him.
However, to be able to drink oneself silly after getting the woman he loves, instead of staying at home in warmth, probably indicates some problem between these two.
He couldn't handle matters of the heart.
