Chapter 1302: Chapter 1302: Drowning Sorrows in Alcohol
"Did you... have a fight with Charlotte Thompson?"
Oliver Hudson glanced over and asked.
"Yeah."
Justin Battleson replied heavily, his fingers gripping the cup increasingly tight, his knuckles turning somewhat pale.
Adam Ross quickly clinked his glass against Justin’s, saying, "Take it easy, don’t crush the glass. But you and Charlotte..."
He had barely uttered the name Charlotte before he felt a sharp glower from Justin, startling him into immediately correcting himself.
"You and your sister-in-law are so close, how could you possibly argue?"
"Huh? Argue?" Harper Gibson reacted as if he had heard something utterly inconceivable, smoothing his hair, "Have I lost my memory? I remember yesterday’s top trending search was about when you two are getting married. Didn’t you just flaunt your affection for each other in a live broadcast?"
What a joke, that product live stream yesterday must have slayed so many single people.
"So, we should cool off a bit..." Justin Battleson clenched his teeth, murmuring softly.
"If you two have misunderstandings, why not just clear them up?" Adam Ross leaned back, a hint of unusual emotion flickering through his pupils.
"Big bro, I didn’t think you were someone to be so insincere..."
Justin Battleson didn’t speak, just kept pouring alcohol into his mouth sullenly.
"Could it be because of Justin..."
Adam seemed to recall something, but before he could finish, his mouth was abruptly filled with a huge chunk of ice.
He cast a resentful glare at Harper Gibson beside him, who responded by winking and grimacing at him.
The two men silently clinked glasses, not saying anything more.
However, everyone present understood certain things all too well.
"Adam is right; since there’s a misunderstanding between you two, just talk it out. The barrier is your own reluctance."
Oliver Hudson spoke nonchalantly, "You two could use some time to cool off, just like you came to find us, she’s probably gone to see Annie."
"I know that."
Justin Battleson casually responded, his eyes blurred by the rich fragrance of the alcohol.
"But, I never thought... she would lie to me..."
Remembering some things and feeling the pain inside, Justin Battleson’s brows furrowed deeply.
He wanted to see Charlotte Thompson, yet whenever he tried to stand up and walk out, he lacked the courage.
Justin Battleson never imagined he could be so cowardly.
He could only run here to drown his sorrows with booze.
"Charlotte."
Cold droplets from the glass slid down slowly along the clear glass, diffusing at the tips of Justin Battleson’s fingers, as he gazed at the reflection in the liquor and whispered softly.
"Are you really lying to me..."
The other three exchanged glances; it was then Harper Gibson voluntarily raised his glass.
"Since we’re going to drink, let’s drink heartily tonight!"
The sound of glasses clinking rang out following Harper’s words.
...
"Really, I spend every day maintaining purity and cultivating my character with the old man, it has been a long time since I drank so much," said Adam Ross, finishing his drink and seeming to choke, coughing into his fist.
Then he relaxed, leaning against the back of the sofa chair, lazily lifting his eyes to look at the others present, whose condition was not much better than his own.