Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
Rebecca grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back onto the couch. “Edith, you take Dylan. I need to talk to your brother about something.”
Edith glanced at her brother’s pale face, not understanding why he had such a strong opinion about Dylan.
But in this situation, they had to save face for Dylan, otherwise people would think they were rude.
Edith gestured to Dylan, “Dylan, let’s go. I’ll drive you around.”
Only then did Dylan step outside, but as he reached the doorway, he glanced back at Paul, still feeling somewhat upset.
“Is your brother everything okay?”
Seeing Dylan pointing at his own head, Edith smiled awkwardly. “Don’t mind him.”
After Edith led Dylan away, Rebecca put away her polite smile and faced Paul with a cold expression.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I just don’t like him.”
Rebecca wouldn’t believe that.
“Are you still upset about Anthony?”
“No.”
Paul dropped this statement, picked up his coat, and stood up.
“Rebecca, I made plans with someone. I’ll leave first.”
Watching his back, Rebecca let out a deep sigh.
“Paul, don’t keep partying with Anthony every night…”
“Don’t worry.”
Without looking back, Paul raised his hand and waved casually.
Once he was outside, his expression turned serious.
He took the keys to his sports car from the waiter and quickly drove to Anthony’s mansion.
Anthony had taken Henry’s case and planned to help Henry sue Erin.
He had just returned from the capital and planned to meet Stella tomorrow to gather information. At the moment, he was at home.
After Paul entered the mansion, he navigated his way to the living room. Before he even stopped moving, he caught a strong smell of red wine.
Anthony was leaning on the bar counter, his suit and white shirt partially undone, revealing scars from being cut by a knife, which looked fierce and eye-catching under the lights.
Paul held his nose and walked over, kicking the heavily drunk Anthony with his foot.
“My sister and Dylan from the Lawrence Family have a connection. While you’re here drinking, why don’t you find a way to bring her back?”
Anthony, half drunk and half awake, opened his blurry eyes. In his hazy vision, he saw Paul’s disgusted expression.
“So this is how drunk people smell. I should drink less from now on…”
After muttering a few words, Paul kicked Anthony again.
“I’m talking to you, can’t you hear me?”
Anthony forced himself to straighten up, despite his brain being filled with alcohol.
“Dylan from the Lawrence Family…”
Paul reached for a clean wine glass, poured some red wine into it, took a few sips, and then replied.
“He’s not bad-looking. When my sister saw him, she was too shy to even look up. Most likely, she’s taken a liking to him.”
As a member of the Lawrence Family, Anthony naturally understood.
“They seem well-matched.”
After speaking, Paul picked up the bottle again and poured a full glass of wine into the tall glass.
Seeing him tilt his head back and down the entire glass, Paul felt a bit sympathetic and took the glass from his hand.
“You’re just giving up like this?”
Anthony raised his index finger, wiped the liquid off the corner of his lips, and smiled.
“Aren’t you giving up too?”
This rhetorical question made Paul’s hand holding the glass come to a halt.
The two sympathetic souls stared at each other for a few seconds. Then, with a snap, Paul placed the glass on the bar counter.
“I’ve informed you. Whether you give up or not is your own business.”
Paul put his hands in his pockets and turned around to leave.
Anthony still had no reaction and continued drinking.
However, the liquor he swallowed tasted much more bitter than before.
After seeing Dylan, Andrew returned to Blue Bay Island. Rosalyn was teaching Grace her homework. When she saw him return, she quickly approached to take his coat off. “How did it go?”
Rosalyn handed the coat to a nearby servant, stood on her tiptoes, and helped him untie his shirt and remove his tie. Her caring actions made Andrew unable to resist giving her a kiss. Grace, who was leaning on the table and writing, saw this and covered her eyes with her chubby little hand. After covering them, she deliberately left a small gap to continue peeking. “Grace, go back to your own room.”
Andrew raised his chin towards her.
In a grumpy tone, Grace muttered, “I really hate you…”
Although she said she hated him, she picked up her homework and ran to her own room.
After Grace returned to the room, Andrew finally picked up Rosalyn and said, “It’s about time for you to finish your homework too, right?” Rosalyn, nestled in his arms, reached out and pinched his flawless face. “You want me to do homework?”
Looking up at her man, she nodded slightly. “Once I finish my homework, I’ll tell you if Edith and Dylan’s blind date was successful.” Not falling for this trick again, Rosalyn replied, “Whether you say it or not, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to sleep with Grace later.” Hearing that she’s going to sleep with Grace, Andrew became anxious. “Alright, I’ll tell you. Just don’t leave me alone in an empty room.” Rosalyn hummed, “That’s more like it.”
