Thinking this way, she felt inexplicably more uncomfortable.
"Barrett, let's go!" Edward White urged, then stepped away without caring.
-
In the bar.
Edward White sat there quietly, his legs casually crossed, unmoving.
The luxurious table in front of him was filled with Nightfall Palace's signature blended cocktails: Long Island Iced Tea, and Hennessy wine.
Edward White lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and then picked up a drink from the table, drinking it.
When Barrett Scott arrived, the table was full of empty bottles, really unclear about how much he had drunk!
"Barrett, would you drink with me?"
Barrett Scott frowned.
Hmm, usually he quite enjoyed drinking!
However, seeing Edward drink so much, he felt a sense of admitting defeat, not wanting to compete in drinking!
"Edward, what's wrong with you?"
Barrett Scott noticed that Edward seemed a bit off today.
Bad mood?
"It's a bad mood." Edward White seemed to sense Barrett Scott's confusion, confirming it.
