Chapter 1301: Chapter 1301: Bite Marks on the Arm
"Why does this scene feel so familiar?"
Adam Ross leaned in close to Harper Gibson, whispering to him.
"Have you forgotten how our second brother drowned his sorrows in booze that time?" Harper nudged Adam with his elbow, a slight furrow in his brow.
"How could I forget? I almost died drinking with the second brother that time," Adam said, his stomach starting to ache at the memory of that dark experience.
"That’s because you can’t hold your liquor,"
Harper lounged comfortably, spreading his arms out on the sofa.
"If that’s the case, then you show me how it’s done,"
Adam raised an eyebrow at Harper, gesturing towards the almost-empty bottle of whisky in front of Justin Battleson.
"Damn... life-threatening, that. The bottle isn’t filled with water, is it? Typical of our second brother,"
Harper couldn’t help giving a silent thumbs-up.
Seemingly having heard the whispers of Adam Ross and Harper Gibson, Justin Battleson reclined lazily, with the smooth lines of his neck revealed as he tilted his head back.
With a hint of annoyance, Justin frowned and undid a few more buttons on his shirt.
"Didn’t you come here to drink with me? Why isn’t anyone taking action?"
Justin lowered his head again and slowly addressed Adam and Harper in front of him.
He swirled the remaining ice cubes in his glass, seemingly enjoying the sound, his eyes closing gently.
"We can drink, but let’s take it slow. After all, you came here to drown your sorrows with liquor, second brother. What if you get so drunk that you end up even more troubled?"
Adam poured himself a drink and spoke.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Harper nudged him with his elbow: "You really don’t know how to talk."
"I call it tough love, alright?" Adam took a sip from his glass and turned his head to look towards the door.
"When have we ever seen our big brother be late? What’s going on today?"
However, just as Adam finished speaking, the room door opened and Oliver Hudson walked in.
"Sorry for being late."
Casually tossing his coat aside, Oliver Hudson made his way to an armchair and settled into a comfortable position.
He glanced at Justin Battleson, who was sullenly drinking away, and nudged his chin toward Adam and Harper.
"What’s going on?"
"Who knows? He hasn’t said a word since coming in, just drinking away,"
Adam poured a drink for Oliver and pushed it towards him. As Oliver reached for it, Adam suddenly let out a yelp.
"You gave me a scare."
Harper looked at Adam with a peculiar expression, and Justin Battleson also raised his eyebrows with a frown.
"Big brother... where did that bite mark on your arm come from?"
Oliver Hudson had rolled up his sleeves when he sat down, naturally revealing his robust forearm, which bore a very noticeable bite mark on his right arm.
"None of your business."
Looking down at the bite mark on his arm, Oliver Hudson clicked his tongue as if realizing something.
The expression on his face, as seen by Adam and Harper, made them exchange glances and then silently place their palms over their hearts.
"Is this the fate of a single dog?" Adam Ross tangled his brows.
Oliver Hudson didn’t pay any attention to Adam and Harper’s antics, instead stretching his glass toward Justin Battleson for a toast.