"You really don't understand..." Atlas Hallow said sincerely, looking at Fifth Young Master with a displeased expression.
Indeed, this is something Fifth Young Master truly doesn't understand. In his lifetime, apart from his mother, it's likely he hasn't spoken a single word to any other woman.
He bought this alley, front to back, just to prevent anyone from entering. Tourists are not allowed to get close because this is private property. Perhaps he fears a woman might intrude?
"If you don't drink, then forget it." Fifth Young Master said coldly and took a sip himself.
No matter how warm the alcohol, his heart remained cool as if something was missing, making him uncomfortable yet unable to pinpoint why.
Never before had he felt this way, with his chest feeling stifled.
The housekeeper looked on anxiously with no resolution. What was wrong with Atlas Hallow today, refusing to drink a glass of wine with them and Fifth Young Master?
