"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 sowhat 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 na Charlotte before he felt a sharp glower from Justin, startling him into imdiately 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 sothing utterly inconceivable, smoothing his hair, "Have I lost my mory? I rember 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 soone to be so insincere..."
Justin Battleson didn’t speak, just kept pouring alcohol into his mouth sullenly.
"Could it be because of Justin..."
Adam seed to recall sothing, 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 n 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 so ti to cool off, just like you ca 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 ..."
Rembering so 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 ..."
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 ti 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.
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