The so-called brothers in "trouble" are supported from all directions.
The first to offer advice was Gavin Hale, whose love life was the most rich.
"This issue is actually quite simple. n are creatures who think with their lower halves. How do you determine whether you still love a woman? Look if you still feel the urge to pounce on her when facing her."
Seeing the complex disdainful looks from everyone, Gavin Hale coughed lightly, "Here’s the key point: when I say pounce, I don’t an the kind where you want a go at every woman you see, but rather, whenever you see her, regardless of how conservatively she’s dressed or what she’s doing, you find her incredibly sexy, oozing charm anyti and anywhere, and your mind is filled with nothing but the urge to pull her onto a bed and cherish her thoroughly."
Julian Garrison raised his glass, clinked it with Gavin Hale’s, drank a bit, and continued, "The most important thing is, no matter how long you’ve been together or how many tis you’ve slept with her, you still have a strong desire to pounce on her. Conversely, if she’s standing in front of you and you don’t even have any romantic thoughts, then forget love, you can’t even say you like her."
After Gavin Hale finished speaking, Ethan Sinclair’s expression didn’t improve; in fact, it darkened even more.
Gavin Hale moved closer to Ethan Sinclair with a wine glass in hand, "Fifth Master, you’ve waited for Miss Lynch for three years, barely a chance for her to wake up, you must wish to hold her every day, and not let her off the bed, why let her enter the entertainnt circle then? Once she steps into the entertainnt circle, won’t there be very little ti you spend together?"
Suddenly, as if thinking of sothing, he said incredulously, "Or is it that you’ve taken a liking to the mute girl playing bowling then?"
Julian Garrison asked curiously, "What mute bowling girl?"
Gavin Hale recounted Ethan Sinclair’s effort to help Kiana Sutton out, and Julian Garrison raised his eyebrow, "Oh? Could it be love transferred to another?"
Ethan Sinclair shot Julian Garrison a cold glance, Julian Garrison couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Actually, there’s another good way to judge if you’ve fallen for soone, apart from thinking with your lower half."
Gavin Hale: "Oh? What insights does Young Master Garrison have?"
"Get a piece of paper, draw a line down the middle, write all the person’s good points that attract and delight you on the left side, and all their shortcomings on the right side."
Gavin Hale didn’t quite get it, "What’s the point of writing that stuff?"
Julian Garrison: "Once you’ve finished writing, see if the good points are sufficient to support a lifeti of love, making you want to live together forever."
"What about the shortcomings?"
"She may have a pile of shortcomings, but you feel they are insignificant, still like her, want to be with her. Congratulations, you’ve already fallen hopelessly in love."
Gavin Hale: "...Isn’t that too troubleso?"
Julian Garrison shrugged, "Love is inherently troubleso, luckily I’m uninterested in that stuff, won’t be seeking trouble for myself, hey Simon, any thoughts?"
Simon Ives couldn’t drink because of his health, Ethan Sinclair specially ordered a cup of fruit juice for him, he took a sip and slowly said, "I feel that if you like soone, you’ll involuntarily try every way to get close to that person, whether it’s holding her or kissing her. Conversely, if seeing her only makes you think she’s a friend, with no desire to kiss or hold, then you don’t actually like her."
"Clap, clap, clap..." Julian Garrison and Gavin Hale applauded in agreent.
The three occasionally spoke, coming up with quite a few ideas.
Throughout, Ethan Sinclair hadn’t said a word, it was unknown what he was thinking.
After quite so ti, he suddenly stood up, grabbing his coat and headed for the door.
"I’m leaving, take your ti drinking, put the bill under my na."
The three: "..."
Use and discard, like a jerk.
...
Too much happened during the day, making Kiana Sutton unable to sleep at night.
Her mind was in a ss, she had never chased anyone before, would those tricks really work on Ethan Sinclair?
After tossing and turning several tis, Kiana Sutton felt thirsty, so she went downstairs to get so water.
Just as she poured water in the kitchen and prepared to return to her bedroom, the door suddenly opened, Ethan Sinclair had returned.
Kiana Sutton’s steps froze, her whole body tensed.
Especially when their eyes t, her heart raced, feeling panicked and helpless.
Seeing Kiana Sutton’s wooden expression, Ethan Sinclair furrowed his brow slightly, feeling a bit displeased.
If it were usual, Kiana Sutton would have rushed over to support him, but today she stood there like a plank, not moving. Was she still mad that he let her leave with Miles Goodman today?
"Co here."
Kiana Sutton tightened her grip on the cup, then walked over to Ethan Sinclair.
Even if he was angered by her not leaving with Miles Goodman, he likely wouldn’t kill her outright!
Seeing the cup in her hand, Ethan Sinclair smirked coldly, "What? Planning to kill with the cup?"
Only then did Kiana Sutton realize she was still holding a cup. Just as she was about to put down the cup, Ethan Sinclair had already taken it from her hand, placing it heavily on the shoe rack.
The next second, he pressed himself onto Kiana Sutton.
Only then did Kiana Sutton sll the strong scent of alcohol from Ethan Sinclair, he must have drunk quite a lot.
Kiana Sutton, slim and small, couldn’t support Ethan Sinclair, she struggled to get him onto the sofa, then got up to pour him water, but was pressed back onto the sofa by Ethan Sinclair.
"Why didn’t you leave with Miles Goodman today?"
Kiana Sutton’s heart skipped a beat, truly Ethan Sinclair hadn’t pursued the matter at the restaurant rely because he had things to do, it didn’t an the matter would just pass lightly.
Seeing Kiana Sutton silent, thinking who knows what, Ethan Sinclair’s heart grew restless, "Why aren’t you gesturing?"
Kiana Sutton nervously swallowed, slowly extended her hand, "I don’t like Miles Goodman."
"That’s it?"
Kiana Sutton pursed her lips, slowly lowered her hand.
Ethan Sinclair lifted Kiana Sutton’s chin, continuing to question, "Just because you don’t like Miles Goodman, you didn’t leave with him, then in the future should you et a man you like, would you leave with them?"
Kiana Sutton shook her head quickly, liking him alone was exhausting enough, how could she possibly like soone else.
"What’s shaking your head an? You won’t like anyone else? Or even if you like soone else, you won’t leave?"
Ethan Sinclair rarely talked so much when drunk, Kiana Sutton didn’t know what he ant, but she gestured honestly, "I won’t like anyone else."
Her answer seed to please Ethan Sinclair, he softly humd, "Then who do you like?"
Kiana Sutton: "..."
Hadn’t he asked this before and she answered then? Why ask again?
"I’m asking who do you like?"
Kiana Sutton pointed at Ethan Sinclair.
"I want you to say it, who do you like?"
Say?
She was a mute, how could she speak?
He was purposely making things difficult for her!
"You spoke when you were a child, your throat wasn’t the problem, why aren’t you speaking now? Say! Tell , whom do you like?"
Kiana Sutton also wanted to verbally express her love for Ethan Sinclair, but so things she just couldn’t do.
She opened her mouth, trying hard to produce sounds, yet even though it made her cry, nothing ca out.
Seeing her tears, Ethan Sinclair’s chest felt as if pricked by needles, causing intense pain, he stopped pressing Kiana Sutton, coaxing her, "Kiss !"
Kiana Sutton paused for a mont, then gently lifted Ethan Sinclair’s handso face, softly placing her delicate lips on his enticing thin lips...
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