In the cramped bathroom space, Ray Woods was startled by Silas Sutton, knocking over Stella Grant’s toiletries from the sink.
He looked utterly shocked, his breath catching, barely daring to breathe.
Silas Sutton held a cigarette casually at the corner of his mouth, his gaze deep, expression unreadable.
Two n locked eyes, and the atmosphere was unbelievably awkward.
——"Brother, are you okay?"
Suddenly, Sue Woods’ concerned voice ca from outside the door.
Ray took a deep breath, reached out to pick up the fallen toiletries, trying to make his voice sound calm, "Nothing, I just accidentally knocked over Stella Grant’s toiletries."
Upon hearing Ray’s response, Sue teased, "As expected, once a man gets older, his alcohol tolerance declines."
At any other ti, Ray would have argued back.
But right now, he was struggling just to stand upright; arguing with Sue was the last thing on his mind.
Ray adjusted his emotions for a mont, knowing that this stalemate was not a long-term solution. He grit his teeth, looked at Silas Sutton, and spoke, "President Sutton."
Silas Sutton’s voice was cold as ice, "Mhm."
Ray forced a smile, searching for words, "You too, are using the bathroom?"
The mont Ray said this, he wished he could bite his own tongue off.
What on earth was he saying?
Silas Sutton lowered his gaze to glance at him, a faint smirk on his lips, "What do you think?"
Ray’s entire body tensed up, his smile more painful than a grimace.
What could he say?
He really didn’t want to say anything.
If he had another chance, even if it ant suffocating outside, he wouldn’t step a foot into this bathroom.
The atmosphere in the bathroom grew more and more awkward.
After a few minutes, Sue’s voice sounded again from the living room, "Brother, are you really okay? Did you drink too much?"
Ray had never felt Sue’s voice was so pleasant before, hearing it was like encountering a savior, he seized the opportunity, "No problem, I’ll be out in a mont."
After speaking, Ray looked at Silas Sutton, mustering his courage, "President Sutton, I’ll, I’ll head out first."
Silas Sutton replied coldly, "Didn’t you need to use the bathroom?"
Ray, "N-no, not anymore."
Silas Sutton stepped forward a couple of steps, removed the cigarette from his mouth and extinguished it in the sink, his back to Ray as he spoke with an even tone, "Go ahead."
Ray, "..."
This was the first ti in his life Ray felt the unpleasantness of being forced to use the bathroom.
He was so nervous that he almost missed the toilet several tis.
In the end, a line from the n’s restroom in Sutton Group flashed through his mind, and for the sake of male dignity, he persevered.
Sutton Group n’s restroom motto: If you can’t aim, you’re soft; if you miss, you’re short.
Feigning calmness to finish, Ray felt he developed a serious psychological issue upon leaving the bathroom.
Seeing him, Sue chuckled uncontrollably, leaning on the sofa with a beer in hand, "How co you look so miserable after a trip to the bathroom? Did a mont of revelation hit you? Finally confronting your unspeakable ailnt?"
Ray didn’t respond to Sue’s comnt, but exchanged a glance with Stella Grant.
Their eyes t, filled with indescribable awkwardness and discomfort.
So things couldn’t be spoken directly, so they pretended nothing happened.
Once seated again, Ray dared not drink as carelessly as before.
For no other reason than really not wanting to go back to the bathroom.
Even now, just thinking about Silas Sutton’s sinister face made Ray’s scalp tingle.
But little did he know, his refusal didn’t an others wouldn’t go.
The three drank for a while longer, Sue put down her chopsticks and beer bottle to stand, "You two keep drinking, I’m going to the bathroom."
After saying that, Sue headed straight to the bathroom.
Stella Grant and Ray Woods shivered simultaneously, blurting out together, "No way!!"
Their voices growing higher in pitch, Sue was startled, stopping mid-step and turning, "What’s up with you two? Are there wolves or tigers in the bathroom?"
Stella pursed her lips.
Ray, reflecting internally: More terrifying than wolves and tigers.
The three of them exchanged glances, and Ray coughed lightly, saying, "The bathroom is broken, you can’t use it."
Sue asked suspiciously, "Didn’t you just use it?"
Ray, "It broke after I used it, hasn’t been fixed yet."
Saying that, without allowing Sue’s objection, he pulled out a room card from his pocket and handed it to her, "Go next door."
When they ca upstairs earlier, they had booked a room next to Stella Grant’s.
Seeing the room card Ray offered, Sue didn’t overthink it, doubled back to take it from his hand, "How can a toilet just break? No wonder you took so long. I bet you were fixing the toilet inside."
Ray, "..."
With Sue’s departure, the living room was left with only Ray and Stella Grant.
Ray held his beer in hand, paused in silence before softly saying, "About President Sutton and you..."
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